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


Poem Day 6 (sort of): I won’t date actors

My friend was flipping channels She stopped on a particularly cheesy show She nudged me and pointed "Didn't you two used to fuck?" she asked I looked at the screen and saw The reason why I have sworn off actors He was merely a background character A year after, he's still craving the spotlight Still … Continue reading Poem Day 6 (sort of): I won’t date actors

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