Nearing the final level,
A coinless Sonic is hit,
No lives left to revive him. . .
Game Over.
Start Over?
Yes / No
Continue reading “Game Over. Start Over? | Living with Bipolar”Mental health, Buddhist teachings, and Lesbian poetry I hid in the depths of my soul for 20+ years.
Nearing the final level,
A coinless Sonic is hit,
No lives left to revive him. . .
Game Over.
Start Over?
Yes / No
Continue reading “Game Over. Start Over? | Living with Bipolar”Just work your life away,
What is the harm in that?
Who has time for self-care,
When you can make money?
Continue reading “Running on Empty | Living with Bipolar”“…Your graduation poem?
It’ll be sunshine & rainbows,”
Unveiled what I had found odd,
Upon finishing my last final:
There was no instant deflation,
No sudden rush of endorphins.
Graduation is just another checkmark on my master list,
Signaling the next greatest purpose to take the forefront.
Continue reading “One Student’s Journey”I know no existence without her,
She knows no other younger sister.
I was always right behind,
Endeavoring to match stride.
Continue reading “Into the Unknown with the Known”Ve saw me wading through oblivion,
Ve dragged me away from the edge,
How could someone of intrinsic value,
Be found using online classified ads?
Continue reading “I Met my Best Friend on Craigslist”Whenever August 1st comes around,
“It’s the beginning of Birthday Month!”
I’d play along to a certain extent,
More times than not I’d also tease,
“People only get one birthday,
No one gets an entire month!”
Continue reading “In Defense of “Birthday Month””