It was not fair to you,
That I hid you away.
I did not tell you the truth,
The shame I held over us.
A siren
Pulled me in
I viewed you
As my sin.
Tag: life
You Feel Like Home
“If you hadn’t been born,
I don’t know where I’d be.”
I wrote those words 4 years ago,
Yet the truth matures with age.
Learn from the Dead
History speaks for itself,
Echoing errors of the past.
History hides in itself,
Muzzling the lessons taught.
History repeats by itself,
We but control this iteration.
Continue reading “Learn from the Dead”“You Don’t Look Like a Lesbian”
“You haven’t met the right guy.”
“How’d you know you don’t like it,
If you have never tried it?”
“Sexuality is fluid.”
“Everyone’s a little bit gay.”
“You weren’t born like that.”
“Someone must have hurt you.”
“But I could turn you straight.”
Continue reading ““You Don’t Look Like a Lesbian””First Bloom of Spring
Not ev’ry tree is covered,
Only the brave show themselves.
Entering stage four of their cycle,
Preceding the peak bloom of tourists.
A cloud of blossoms lasts but days,
To return anew a year later.
Continue reading “First Bloom of Spring”Dear Future Wife
I don’t know who’s appearance you have,
I don’t know what passions ignite your soul.
I don’t know where we’ll meet,
I don’t know when that’ll be.
I don’t know why you’ll choose me,
I don’t know how I’ll let you.
I know only one thing:
You were born a woman.
Continue reading “Dear Future Wife”Running on Empty | 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”I Can’t Be Everything for Everyone
Life’s full of people needing things from you,
Sometimes it’s supplying true interest in them,
Sometimes it’s comforting words when they’re lonely.
Life’s full of you needing things from people,
Sometimes it’s gifting advice to halt your mind,
Sometimes it’s holding you during a breakdown.
Continue reading “I Can’t Be Everything for Everyone”No Poem November
A poem began to form as I fell asleep,
I was too exhausted to write it down,
Instead it ebbed and flowed on by.
Even as unconsciousness took me,
I tried to grasp onto the stanzas,
While they withdrew inside the vault.
Continue reading “No Poem November”Souls Don’t Die | A Poem for my Grandparents
All my grandparents have left,
Yet none of them are gone.
They left behind disease,
They left behind old age,
They left behind suff’ring.
Now it all starts anew,
Every spirit’s next step.
Continue reading “Souls Don’t Die | A Poem for my Grandparents”
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