Safety Is…

A state of mind, a habit: a finger snap can’t clean the slate of dangerous memories, healing takes time. Pot a cactus somewhere new and spines will still grow but maybe, out of the path of predators, I can learn how to bloom again. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza.Continue reading “Safety Is…”

A Nameless Feeling

I hold a nameless feeling in me. Like sorrow mixed with hope mixed with the potential for so much power that my heart’s a water balloon nearly bursting. Or a watermelon detonating at the mere caress of a bumblebee. These veins, trembling as a gnat’s wing, crave to carve the arc of a hurricane intoContinue reading “A Nameless Feeling”

My Imaginary Friend

Oh oh o-woah oh. Imaginary friend, let’s sneak out tonight. Let’s pretend neither of us are people. You can be Stardapple, I’ll be Moonleaf, we can prowl like black cats down the sidewalks, to the park. We can climb up the playground poles, we can hang upside down from the slides. In the wood chipsContinue reading “My Imaginary Friend”

From, New York

Give me a piece of your soul So I can go Worlds away And always keep a dream of you with me, Whispering, “Everything’s going to work out okay.” — No home can keep me safe So I’m running After a feeling, nameless, But it lights up my heart so bright It can cast theContinue reading “From, New York”

Can you hear the violence?

Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”

Catharsis in the Violence

Catharsis in the violence, Or solace, I guess. Like, my heart’s breaking But it’s vaguely okay Because the world’s breaking too. — And I know, it’s terrible of me To relate to strangers fleeing for their lives, It’s terrible of me To take solace In sickness, destruction From the ease of my laptop screen, ButContinue reading “Catharsis in the Violence”

Random things that make me cry

I don’t know why, but lately I’ve been in a mood called “feel like crying.” At the finale of a tv series at coming home from my brother’s soccer game that he won at a graphic novel at a song at waking up at thinking about this summer, this August, the prospect of my siblings’Continue reading “Random things that make me cry”