Spitting Out Cliches

I love you to the moon and back I'd say, Jupiter or Neptune, But there's nowhere for me to land I can keep going through space To equate my love with its distance but the farther I go I realize to the moon or the stars Would only make me miss you Roses are red, … Continue reading Spitting Out Cliches


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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Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

I want to wake up next to you Wrapped around in your arms Or back to back on the opposite sides of the bed All I want is to know your presence I want to wake up smelling coffee Brewing, while you try to cook breakfast It's either burnt or slightly cooked We opt for … Continue reading Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

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

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Poem Day 1: I Cried My First Night

I've decided to write one poem every day. This will help me develop my talents and at the same time discipline in writing. This is also another excuse for me to be more active on this blog. I thank my regular readers who have been there since day one and others who probably came across … Continue reading Poem Day 1: I Cried My First Night

The Silence Of These Scars

I never had a love story Not a princess or knight kind of beat Each chapter had a villain draped in shiny clothes he was alluring, mysterious He knew the right words, the right moves Left notches on my bed posts He walked in and lead me in the dark had me choking his name … Continue reading The Silence Of These Scars

Not In My Vocabulary

There has to be a word for Making me feel worthless There has to be a word for this Pushing me into my own darkness Rather than be the guiding light You promised to help me see right But I guess I did something wrong For you to see me differently There has to be … Continue reading Not In My Vocabulary