He’s nothing like you Excerpt for the way he stands. The same height and casual stance- Wrapped in black jeans. He's nothing like you Except for the way he talks. A shouted voice full of mirth When excited in conversation. He's nothing like you Except for that face he makes. Dark eyebrows raised, wide mouth … Continue reading Like You
Tag: Poems
Overwhelmed Sea
*A poem about feeling overwhelmed by life. May be triggering for some readers* I'm drowning in a self-created sea. Made of tasks, duties, and responsibilities. I asked for this. I thought I wanted more, but I'm in over my head. The water's getting deeper, and I'm too tired to tread. I'm slowly slipping under- anyone … Continue reading Overwhelmed Sea
Late Night Anxiety
In the dead of night, silence dances to the racing of my heart. I sit in my bed illuminated by my lamp's orange glow. Hours slide past as time stands still- I'm as calm and raging as flickering flame. And I gulp down herbal tea as if it's the remedy to the manic anxiety in … Continue reading Late Night Anxiety
Wind at the Window
"Sit with me" the wind howls through my window. "Come run with me" it becons in the night. "Hear me!" It screams through the branches. "Follow me" It's shadowless presence invites. "I will bring you clarity" "I will bring you truth" It's voice soothes, distrubs, and seduces as I shiver in my bed in a … Continue reading Wind at the Window
Return to Writing
I take the half-filled journal from my bedside; The leather cover is warm in my hands. The broken spine falls open on the table, displaying parchment pages the color of sand. My quill tip pen is newly filled after several month of sparing use. It hovers over the empty pages as I await my writing … Continue reading Return to Writing
Mountains
*A very rough-draft of a poem* Mountains: The mountains felt like walls when I arrived in Utah ten years ago. Closing me into the small valley the stony faces confined me to a foreign land. The gray fortresses, so different from the green fields I knew, were my isolated tower. Here, hidden in the valley … Continue reading Mountains
Writer’s Mania
I am convinced that all writers are unstable. The manic energy that possesses us- that thing we call "inspiration"- the frantic need to create- the voices that fill our minds with the words that flow from our mouths, our hands- those muses, those demons, those divine gods or angels- it is a possession. It's a … Continue reading Writer’s Mania
I Cried Tonight
I cried tonight The first time since we broke us The first tears since the last time That we failed to break the curse that keeps us apart. I cried tonight. The first time since I gave up. The first ache since I allowed numbness To replace sharp despair over how close we … Continue reading I Cried Tonight
Monsters
We talk of monsters- Of things inhumane. Unnatural, evil creatures Lurking in the dark. We talk of monsters- Of things unlike us. Twisted, unreal beasts- Part of another world. We talk of monsters- As if they aren’t real. Imagined, conceived visions- figurative illusions. We talk of monsters- But we are the monsters: … Continue reading Monsters
Bringing Mae Flowers 