I’m tired of having ammo for my poetry Tired of melting down flesh laden bullets to make beautiful words My wounds are my ink I use them for writing But I wouldn’t be heartbroken if suddenly I was too whole to write about broken things
The last couple of weeks I’ve been writing about the really difficult issue of depression and suicide. It’s a serious subject and one I’m going to be going back to, but I want to transition this week to thinking about trauma. Trauma can cause so many other issues – depression being only one. It can … More Trauma, Anxiety, and Other Broken Things
i want you to know i namaste i see you you have two beautiful hips you’ve let mostly men thrust themselves into but it’s women who leave soul marks you can still feel when you touch them just right your orgasm is not gender specific on the right day you come from almost anybody inside … More i namaste
1. I want to know if it’s still okay to want you like I reheat my coffee – over and over till I finish the last drop 2. Here’s what I know Some part of me misses Some part of you Every Single Day Some days are just louder than others 3. Your memory asked … More 10 Poems I Meant to Never Write You
I woke up two days after loving you one long night Too many too manys crafted from gin, tonic, and bourbon barrel kisses Put your distinct, microbrewed perfection in my mouth Memorized the uniqueness of your satisfaction Promised my mouth I’d never forget the taste of you on my hands And washed your memory from … More Taste
I know what it’s like to feel like you’re nothing It wasn’t so much done with intent But a byproduct of a sacrosanct promise broken before them One that said love shall never equal harm. My parents molded me with two broken hands strengthened by the layer of thick that develops when the people you … More Bones, Brokens, and Reasons
I will look at you like the sun peeking through the blinds, painting the blank of my wall after a rainy day. I will be enraptured with the beauty you hide in the breath before the moment you tell me about your passion. If give me five minutes, I will be captured by the you, … More To the Women I Haven’t Met
By Stepán’s Experimental’s (some rights reserved) I said goodbye to you today. It was as sweet and bitter as I never imagined. Tasting your spirit goodbye. I remembered the flavor of beginning with you. The way meeting you was like tasting a ghost. When I met your soul, I wanted to cover myself in it … More An Unplanned Goodbye
Today, I searched “trauma” on my laptop and found a message you sent I guess my laptop knew before I did I thought I deleted that message I guess my laptop decided I needed reminding I read the message where you told me we weren’t finished yet. We had years left. But you couldn’t talk … More The Funny Thing About Trauma
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