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For my cousin Sean, who lost his life to suicide, June 25 2018.
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there is a deep fog in my heartand i have no biteanymorei’ve thrown back the laughtrying to crawl outof my throati’ve gotten rid of every ..
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I am trying to believe,in myself-nothing bigger,because there isn’t any roomfor that now.Survival is so simple.I am made of steel,formed under a..
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from sept 6 2018
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The first time the bird comesRed as bloodThe awe stuck in my mouthI, fear in spirit, let it fly awayThe second time the bird comesDifferent this timeB..
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The room is
April
The doorway
brings a purple bruise
But I must
pass through, I must leave
This innocence
behind, the pain ahead
Is su..
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talk to me about my fatherand his need to be omniscientwell im tired of the sun anywayalways asking to be the centre of attentionwho needs him? i know..
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You have made a living out of guarding words
Trimming your sentences, growing into the
Name stitched on your sleeve.
I have never been a ..
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in this room, i have to scream to be seenand only then i am a red warning light tellingof the problem & the inherentdifficulties that flock to my ..
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I bend towards lack
In the darkest room, still
I will find a way to bloom.
I used to think my ability
to make something out of
nothin..
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