I think I trust too many and know I judge too few. I empathize with the martyr almost as much as I do the one who cracks the whip. I know those with hate and cruelty flushed across their faces had a stern hand beat ideology into them from birth. The rage and fear screamed … Continue reading Chains and Stones (a poem about self-oppression)
Society
I can afford it (a poem about addiction)
Do I have enough to eat alright? I think back to my last paycheck, and how long it has been. I know I can make rent, student loans, and still afford my dealer. This much, it will not kill me. I think back to all the times there was no pay out, about how angry … Continue reading I can afford it (a poem about addiction)
a flower, a tool (a poem)
A clove, a clutch, a trussell A bramble, a bundle and rush Buffoons, balloons, the fools Are tools, rust sweat at noon they must. The nails all rolled and wrangled In the endless tussle fuss, But never rough the newfangled They rather would gather dust. All while thorns for horn wood Thatch the thistle born … Continue reading a flower, a tool (a poem)
Deserving (a poem about love)
Everyone is deserving of love. Everyone but me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not pointing fingers. Really. I don’t want to say it is Anyone else’s fault, And society isn’t to blame. It’s not like I think “All women are this or that!” I mean, everyone has their Own circumstances and types. I’m surely … Continue reading Deserving (a poem about love)
Conversations – 1:1 to 1:6 (an exploration of form)
1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
To 1-B (a poem about power)
The feeling is emboldening, Perhaps. It is as if . . . I have been a Pawn My whole life. Crossing straight through a board Not a care in the mind, Marching along to the orders, A system designed To force my expiry, And all of those like me. By our own hands, No … Continue reading To 1-B (a poem about power)
Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Ha Ha Horse Fly Forest (a poem about casual racism)
They all laughed.
Adults are all liars (a poem about growing up)
We heaped lies on lies to cover up lies, We lied because we wanted appeal. We had never even known anything else, We did it to make ourselves feel real.
Blindmen (a poem)
Women no longer tolerate the male gaze falling upon themselves. It is always molestation.
