find me walking between the intersection of lost and found, teetering over as my legs struggle to bear the weight of six different souls
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Often, I find that despite the different motives that sometimes make life seem particularly difficult … We must remind ourselves of the struggles we have faced in order to constantly grow and develop, despite the hardships we will inevitably have in the future.
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This piece was my suicide note that I wrote a month after I had overdosed. I relapsed repeatedly afterwards and I decided to write this.
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The hunt started at a slow pace - tiptoes toward my bedroom door at opportune times, when my mother was absent; seemingly innocent sneaky hugs from behind when eyes were gazing elsewhere; inappropriate whispers in my ears when too many bodies were near.
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“How Would You Describe Your Personality?” is a poem I wrote recently regarding a writing prompt circling the writing community via Instagram. The question dawned on me, as if I was being asked in the process of a job interview.
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Sprawled out on the ground, hair dripping and brittle from chlorine, we ate slices of pizza the size of our faces and sipped from plastic cups of sparkling lemonade. I downed cup after cup as if I had gone days without water; as if there wasn’t enough sugar in the world to satisfy me.
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She spent all summer looking for love. Then she realized she just loved summer itself. Surrounded by warmth and light she forgets the boundaries of time.
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"Party Animal" is a poem about a whale who attends a fancy party. She has a good time.
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It’s a chronicle of my therapy experience and a musing on the difficulty of saying goodbye to the person who has helped me through some of the hardest parts of my life.
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a poem written about lost lovers and dying together.
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i think maybe if babushka married a different man, if i went home in a different shopping cart, if we could just be, just be taste of / greasy seafood and pavement, if i didn’t put my last body in the compost, if we met before our own respective rebirths.
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I never knew what people meant when they said they didn’t want summer to end; I was always more than happy to slip into something a little more structured, but that summer, I got it.
Read Morea poem i wrote about some things i was thinking and feeling on a very bad day. some days, i allow myself to truly feel the cynicism and the bitterness and the despair that comes with growing up, and i suppose this piece is reflective of that. it’s a bit mopey and forlorn, but it is a raw and honest slice of my mind
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Nostalgia is just the bittersweet aftertaste from those moments that may have dissipated from your memory long ago, sometimes without you even realizing.
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We are reaching the final bars of the fourth movement but the conductor lifts his hands and you let the silence come crashing, crushing onto me.
Residence is about one-sided infatuation and constantly thinking about someone who doesn't think of you.
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A poem about the sometimes irreconcilable disconnect between staying alive and feeling alive.
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I always say to myself unironically, ‘if the everyday, mundane routine had a soundtrack, life would be so much more interesting’. I now ask myself ‘what would that be like’?
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I walk through the space like a kid lost in a funhouse, both deeply in awe and acutely disturbed.
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As one of Newton’s laws of motion stated, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. I thought this applied to everything, so I attempted to swoon the hearts of my crushes and endlessly failed. I thought that maybe if I worked hard enough, I’ll get back all the love I give.
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