loss isn’t an uncommon thing.we lose our keys, our train of thought, our place in a book. we lose money when we bet big on red, but the ball lands on black.we lose courage when in the face of a large obstacle. we lose things all the time. what we lose less often is a…
Category: thoughts on life
twenty five – a birthday poem
twenty four was one of the hardest years of my life. it began, unsettled and drunk — and with one of the most difficult realizations of my life: you can’t love another if you don’t love yourself. and i didn’t love myself those days. i threw myself carelessly into each new situation, headstrong and not…
hymn of the broken
forever damned to seek distraction. destruction. libations offered to those ruling this small, vast mind. drink poured down our throats to coat the overwhelming sense that we might not be strong enough for the next hit. liquor will sober us up, make us stronger ‘gainst the next blow. but we forget that strike is internal,…
heavy things
when we were younger, we were given small items. they fit in the soft palms of our hands. the edges were smooth, as not to catch on our vulnerable flesh. when we dropped these small things, they would clatter to the floor & our mother would rush to pick it up, dust it off, &…
what’s next.
she’s always been the quiet type — the girl who’s said “not much to see here.” she covered up her body because of society’s shame towards a woman like her. the curve of her waist isn’t welcome in pictures. that shirt is too baggy & makes her look fat, makes her feel less than pretty,…
sweet tooth
the sugar on his lips was painful, fulfilling, addictive. sweet kisses. those told me he loved me. toxic lies. those whispered a devilish oath. poisonous, but coated with a hard candy shell, & i liked the crunch enough to risk the pain. his love was melt in your mouth–deliciously satisfying & then gone without a…
bubbly
the truth feels bubbly. you know, the rumbling, low in your stomach, when the truth is ready to come out but you’re holding it down in hopes that the feeling will go away? but that feeling doesn’t go away. sure, when you’re out of the situation where the truth isn’t relevant, the bubbling dies down….
thinking out loud
“do you ever feel like someone belongs with you for just a moment, not a lifetime?” i asked this under my breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear me as i said it. i’d come to the heartbreaking conclusion in our lapse of silence. he looked me in the eyes, but then turned away. “i don’t understand…
love letter for a friend
there’s something about letting the summer sun warm your skin after a long, cloudy week that just changes your perception on things. not in some gravely drastic way that influences the pieces of your character or anything like that, but the rays soften the world around you — or maybe, just maybe, they soften you,…