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Tag Archives: mental health
Like a Vibe in a First Draft
This poem is something I wrote at the beginning of the 1st draft of So Speaks the Ruinous Light (the book I just published… Which can be found at this link
Testing Anxiety
Pressure to perform no pleasure or conform sure, my soul’s a storm in every heated prickle of my skin, the thoughts swirling up my brain (like this thought (and this thought too ( this thought (and this thought too( PARENTHESES BREAK))) psychoanalyze the direction my iris flies can’t escape the way my gaze slides downContinue reading “Testing Anxiety”
I keep calling for this rain
If you quell the pain, prickles remain, and I feel so detached from the past, I could be a stranger in the memories of danger, like they burn a different skin. I wanna heal from the thunder squeal, but my midnight brain plays the game “How can we twist imagination’s eye to warp this pictureContinue reading “I keep calling for this rain”
frag
The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey? a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me if this book flops, what’ve I got toContinue reading “frag”
Blankets with the vertebrae still on
I went to classes the next day and nothing changed, I got seven snot wads on my dress and borrowed six pencils from the library that all broke and someone’s wings landed a bruise on my head
unloved
Bully is a ridiculous word. It sounds too tame. Bully. You practically have to smile to say it.
Publishin’ Beeswax
to the 17th floor of paradise
Do you remember that night on the 17th floor of paradise? How the elevator took us up for like forever, but in the hotel room glass, the city steel still loomed above us and the clouds seemed nowhere closer? It was there you told me you wondered if God was even real. Because if heContinue reading “to the 17th floor of paradise”
Veteran at Depression
I’m a veteran at depression though I never asked to be, what a nice metaphor for being at war in my mind,