Emotions in the digital age
This room forgot to be a room Twinkling lights which once Draped wall to wall Replaced by the color grey Decorated with subtle cracks and uneven coating The windows have gotten smaller Only blessed by a few hints of sunlight We are damned if the skies Decide to be a cloudy day You could almost … Continue reading New Year Hopes
Dear skinny white men with a fetish for manic personalities Thank you for your movies and stories Highlighting how my mental illness Would make me the perfect woman for your Lacklustre, dull characters looking for life Or someone so broken to fill their egos Thank you for categorizing My anxiety as romantic
My anxiety scares me The only thing my anxiety Never questioned death Despite having plans That includes the whole alphabet From A to Z When I wanted to die There was never a second thought My mind was at peace with it No inkling of doubt And this is what scares me Unafraid of taking … Continue reading My anxiety scares me
Thoughts have resurfaced They continue to linger Each thought left a remnant of my sanity, self-esteem, and self-worth. when I thought I have a garden to flourish my emotions these thoughts resurface revealing ruins each day passes some moments are different I continue to garden despite the rubble and cracks I'm afraid Because these thoughts … Continue reading More Thought Bubbles
I never knew how to answer this question: “Am I a good person?” This would lead me down a rabbit hole Of confusing questions and painful contemplation I would need to review my script of lies Maybe there’s a way I can revise the truth I can weigh in both the bad and the good … Continue reading What Makes Us Good?
An ambiance of witty jokes and sarcastic banter Of obscure pop culture references, Classic novels to unknown authors, And movies directed by old skinny white men Who wears the word "genius" like a badge, Nothing is slow, everything is spinning A montage of sepia-toned laughter And shots of coffee, vodka, and cigarettes Fits into one … Continue reading The Literary Trope I Never Loved
However, instead of calling myself "Dear Juliet" I am using my real name. I mostly post micro poetry too short to be a blog post. Click the picture below to be directed to my poetry Instagram account. Check out the "Contact Me" tab to find me in other places too!
I was never a love poet most of my love poems suck I try to write about heartbeats, blushing, and weakening knees but I stop in the middle of a verse I stare at what I have written unsatisfied by my own clichés How can I write about love when it’s too overwhelming I have … Continue reading I am Not a Love Poet
Dear Mr. President, I hear sirens every night They are like lullabies To sleep away the nightmares, To escape the monsters lurking, Only because I'm safe inside Meanwhile, those who have no homes Feet connected to the streets Found safe haven on the concrete Are running from men in uniforms To haul them into a … Continue reading Dear Mr. President
I never know where to start Because once I try to speak The words get lost in my train of thought Afraid to make its way back to me So I sit there quietly Trying my best to say something -anything really But I start to see flashes Of what he did to me Now … Continue reading To Whom It May Concern