My seafoam hair comes out in clumps, tangled strands winding around my fingers every time I brush back my bangs or twirl dry and splitting curls. I am used to it now, dropping handfuls everywhere I go...
All his doing is storytelling These voices in his head keep on yelling
They only care about what he is wearing Not the stories he is telling From what's on his feet to what’s on his head
They don’t kn...
They started as smart remarks, which ever so quickly sparked into something more, outbursts he'd have no reasoning for.
They were like ocean waves, calm and crashing, until they became a riptide I cou...
In this world,
being young means being labeled as stupid and reckless,
slut shaming girls who wear shorts and telling rape jokes is OK,
loving someone of the same gender is wrong but discriminating ag...
The end of my days will come from jumping off a cliff for you. But really you pushed me off.
I know your twisted ways. Where a friend's a friend until you're done. You're the type of person that cuts ...
You tell me you're my friend but you're really a coward,
After everything you put me through and you got up and left.
They say you can rely on your friends and family but all that's left is dust like ...
I've started to realize I spend more time contemplating my life with you I didn't even realize that I was actually spending time without you
Living in my life through my hardships because I couldn't b...
Someone calls this place "home"
When they return from being far away
From the twisting, winding roads
And the lights that flash at night.
The same lights that reflect over the great lake,
The lights t...
As I look into the mirror.
My reflection stares back at me.
A light-skinned Black man.
Full of hopes and dreams.
Ambitions and a hidden motivation.
To be heard and understood.
But I'm afraid.
I am a fantasy monger
Hoarding in my hippocampus All the dreams I lean upon
To get me through the day
Speaking of which
Here the hitch
I've found in the system
That twists at my wits
My bombastic ideas and ideals
The more ways you think of To stretch the days
The faster the night creeps
And peeks in on your plans
To cut them short
Break down the fort you've built
To protect yourself from the caustic material that throws that second hand ever forward
Every day we fail a little more
I keep thinking about being 13 And walking to the drugstore with a friend In November At 8:00 in the evening Our sweaters and laughter in our chests kept us warm Our breath formed in front of us Drago...
Anxiety is like the monster living under your bed.
Creeping up before you making you scream and heavily breathe.
Anxiety, like the bully at school, except unlike the bully at school you can't run home...
She goes out just before the dawn,
The ground still damp with morning dew.
To breath in the calm wet air,
That smells of rain and soft earth.
She wants to beg a god for her forgiveness,
But she can’t ...
Nobody writes poems about their German ancestors
sipping tea on balconies overlooking the alps,
catching the wind and storing it in their lungs
for later yodels.
Nobody writes about how they
They say that nothing rhymes with orange, well nothing rhymes with monster either,
Thinkin now it’s got a voice and that of a deceiver,
Now we know they’re all the same tell me now you’re a believer,
I leave Baker’s, a week and a half into the new year, Sunday night; after a double at the theater.
I'm on my way down Leavenworth, king-size doobie for a king-size shift, I have purchased a bottle of ...
Who Decided that dandelions were weeds?
Why can't they be flowers? Why can't they be free?
Who Decided that fathers should work?
And mothers should stay home to do the housework?
Who Decided that King...