UnawareWhen you are two and five and tenUnaware1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are unaware ––
of the cactus in the windowsill,
how, fragile, each quill bends
and breaks and falls apart.––
Twelve years later, on a Tuesday,
you dream about a boy
who bumps his head
on an iron slate and you wake
in a cold sweat.
You are twelve when you are
always bumping shoulders.
Twenty-two years of Thursday.
There is nothing at all.
And you wonder (and
you wonder why)
each time you wake.
The cactus in the window bleeds
with you when you bump it.
No one ever mentioned
frightened things bite.
So you have always been unaware.
A Letter To A FriendDear Sophie,A Letter To A Friend8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"You're not in this alone." Have you heard that line?
Of course you have, it's from your favorite song. You have no idea how amazing you are;
Unbreakable, unstoppable, invincible. You're so strong. You've been through so much.
Amazing isn't it? Therapists can be so learned and never realize anything? Feelings like
Rage and love aren't things that can be explained. Therapists make the mistake of thinking they can.
Education is overrated. All school teaches you is that betrayal is stronger than friendship.
Never believe that.
'Cause it's not true. The guy who made a mockery of the only things that are real to you isn't a friend.
True friends would have read that journal and stayed by you and comforted you. Not what he did.
It's not fair. When depression is the trend, people turn a blind eye to the people who are
Not faking. They stand by and whisper "emo trash" as the true soldiers against depressio
Alzheimersi hear my grandfather breaking shore on D-Day,Alzheimers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the muffled black and white German blaring
on the History Channel. the memories etched
in his face fading as the rabid fear, break-neck
hug, anything, to hold on.
and his fear seeps into my clothes, my spine,
lingers there for days.
InsideI watched my best friend die.Inside6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with b