Poetry

I, myself, am a living, struggling, persevering monument — My parents told their children not to buy them graves. “Don’t pay for a place to go and be sad,” my mother sanctioned. Ironic. Even in death, my mother feared emotion. In her eyes, emotion came and control was gone. Still, from her grave, she urges her children to remain poised…

Goodbyes Are Never Easy On Rainy Days. Goodbyes are never easy on rainy days, As tears mingle with the rain's gentle haze. The clouds weep in unison, mirroring my sorrow, A dreadful reminder that there’s no “us” tomorrow. Raindrops cascade like tears upon my cheeks, As we part ways, my heart…

Being a writer on Medium is a journey filled with passion and dedication. Some of us write purely for the love of the craft, pouring our hearts into every word we pen. Others pursue their writing dreams while also aiming to earn a living doing what they love. …

I know how a caterpillar feels. In that dark enclosed container. I know how heavy it feels. When it doesn’t know, Its own strength. From the heaviness, Of being rejected by others. I know the darkness too well. When it isolates from the world. I know the emptiness. …

**Trigger Warning** Mentions of suicide — They said I was a nobody That I’m a single being A nobody belonging to nowhere You said I was a nothing Ugly and replaceable I stayed, yet I often asked why With no choice so to stay, I’d die I would hide within my beloved self Nobody to love me, but me Wandering the streets at night And along…

A journey of madness — Rest in my lap And look deep into my eyes Search within, for my soul. If you wish to see into my mind, Beware of it’s toll… If you so insist, I’ll take you with me; within to explore. Perhaps some degree of sanity, this may restore. A thousand shades…

It was just a blip A, glitch in the matrix With, butterflies in my stomach He, made my heart skip We, synchronized across time and distance And, In an instant We, fell in love, The, man above Was, The driving force I’ve been, Striving toward The, truth all along But, where did it go wrong? The song he made me sing It seems Was, but a dream And, I mean it, The piece of me he stole, He can keep it! (cause it’s forever yours.)

You cannot go until you say to me, “I am going.” Ma I will finish the task and right the wrongs — There are faces, of mine and my brother that upholds the legal system in fractions. There is a deep remorse Ma! Why pretend with faces? All face sank, and I went with you inching into the depths of despair. Little Adam misses you, he cries, Aunt Ruth talks about you…

Lady January - who closes Heaven’s door, condemns her friends to hell, mops their blood up off the floor. Lady February - with no hope upon the trees, no songbirds in the air, and the wind to sting like bees. Lady March and April - who teases warmth and sun, never making it to May before her final act is done. But Lady June is I - she is comfortable and kind, with peace to fill her soul, and love to light her eyes.