Poem Day 7: Why I Burned My Journals

When I was 14 I wanted to kill myself 15 and 16, my thoughts never changed I was manic and my words proved it These past entries were filled with darkness A lot of people said I've been strong But these entries scare me Its a reminder of the struggle The struggle to wake up … Continue reading Poem Day 7: Why I Burned My Journals

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Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

My parents told me a story when I was four I came home asking “Is God Dead?” and they didn’t know how to answer it. According to my pre-school teacher, she remembers me as the little girl who’d ask “Where’s God” during Bible study time. Take note I was not in a Catholic school, but … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

Poem Day 2: 1-800-273-8255

There's something that makes sense Then something that doesn't There are moments of clarity There are murky thoughts too One foot out the door A split second thought Passed the highway A split second jolt Then you're awake Death is inevitable We'll be buried at some point Burned and scattered Forgotten, rarely remembered There are … Continue reading Poem Day 2: 1-800-273-8255

Sober Truths of a Drunkard

Growing up, my father told me marriage is a lie I shouldn't believe romance movies or pastors Telling me marriage is the cornerstone of love They're not asking for approval of some God They are not licensing their right to love and to hold All they want is a grand Facebook post They're not celebrating … Continue reading Sober Truths of a Drunkard

Wandering Bar Lovers

I don't know where you're going and I have no idea where I'm heading might as well try to find a path together While I spill the last drop of whiskey I'm halfway drunk but still sober enough These rocky starts and winding roads are hard for someone who can't walk straight my vision is … Continue reading Wandering Bar Lovers

Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate

Photo by Alex Robert via Unsplash  Is there such a thing as soulmates in the romantic sense of the term? I once thought a past love of mine was my soulmate. Though my evidence was shallow and my reasons could be pure coincidences and not handed out by fate. Now, 12:20 a.m on the clock … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate