Writing

Look mom all those years of French is finally paying off!

A slip of the tongue brought forth truth Exposing your carousel of lies With a bouquet of carnations in hand That you intended for an..

I built a wall Not of stone but anger and desperation I built a wall Higher than the sky I can’t see anymore I built a wall Deepe..

Not one more wordplease, don't tell me what you expectwhat you need what I ought to be doing thinking feelingone more word might be all it takesto..

The day I died The sun shone bright. My mother went to my room, Wanted me to come back soon. "She was fine" she told everyone, biting her nails B..

the pinning ...

A shelf of memories adorns a stucco wall Adjacent portraits of younger years And a trophy case housing gold and silver Moments forever ..

a poem about self-consciousness and anxious ticks

A poem about the hurt of losing him

Tags angst