Cadaver

I feel empty A hollowed carcass even the worms have abandoned These gracefully decaying bones once served a purpose The beauty and strength that once was reduce to brittle sticks of chalk waiting for their turn to become dust How …

Set the World on Fire

I’ve tried to play nice “Kill them with kindness” But you can’t change the mindset Of those who are mindless Painted on smiles With bags of sunshine Instagram models With glasses of wine Shells of people Stuck in their routines …

The Final Act

I wanted to be the heroine But your beast I cannot slay You’ve become her puppet The of protagonist of her play Your acting skills are impeccable No one can see the reins That is until you roll up your …

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Face to face with my shadow self I fall humbly to my knees. I see that the expectations I set for myself were so high that a darkness awoke within me – a “by any means necessary attitude.” My soft …

Hello, My Name is: Grief

I don’t want to shower I don’t want to eat I want to wither away Like a leaf on an autumn tree I’ll descend from my branch A slow cascade to the land of the forgotten : A pile of …

Free from Prison

This is the poem I wrote in memory of my sister Kirsten, but I hope it touches the hearts of all those who have had to carry the burden of mental illness or suffered the loss of a loved one …

Heroin(e)

A letter to my love’s addiction, It’s been a year and some change since we first met, but I didn’t really know you at first. You were elusive and careful; a voyeur who lurked in the shadows taking notes. I …

Sandcastle

Here’s the devastating realization: Our sandcastle love is falling apart A fortress so easy for us to build Fresh water, clean sand and our fragile hearts Such a careless thing for us to have done For we built our castle …

My Promise

When you don’t recognize yourself  When all you want to do is sleep When you are drowning in depression There’s a promise I must keep I have been here once before I somehow made it out alive A room without …

Rock Paper Scissors

Rock Paper Scissors Her heart was soft, malleable; some might even say fragile. She was beautiful though, for her paper heart could tenderly fold into beautiful forms like origami. She was transformative, fluid. Then he came along. His words so …