Poetry Series – Waiting Room

Nearing a year old, this guy has never made it out of the waiting room. Sitting, waiting, slowly going mad. I’m gathering a collection of poems, preparing to slam. This guy has never made it out of the waiting room, never approached the light of day. I’m looking for less than two minutes, trying toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Waiting Room”

Poetry Series – Growing Pains

The hardest thing to remember about growing is that not everyone will grow at the same rate. There will be times you grow so tall that the world as you know it is seen from a whole new perspective. We call this a shift. Some people will say in consciousness. I’m not sure if I’mContinue reading “Poetry Series – Growing Pains”

Poetry Series -Astronauts, Yoda, and Angels

Growing up, Nunny would tell me to marry rich. Find a good lawyer, a doctor, get hitched. When she found out I was pregnant with my second child, she told me to make sure my boyfriend works more, works harder. I smiled, laughed it off and said he works hard enough. Less than a weekContinue reading “Poetry Series -Astronauts, Yoda, and Angels”

Poetry Series – Secrets

I’m trying to remind myself as people emerge from the past that the me they miss is dead. The dead can not respond to an email, not to a text. I’d be an imposter if I responded back. I’m not who they’re looking for, they don’t miss me, they miss the boundaries she lacked. SecretsContinue reading “Poetry Series – Secrets”

Poetry Series – Razorblade Nails

I’m always working to be a better person than I have before. They say people are mirrors and we see ourselves in them. They say you can only be triggered by that which another does if it also exists in you. We only recognize that which we too hold. And I don’t think it takesContinue reading “Poetry Series – Razorblade Nails”

Poetry Series – Devil Disguised

I have this fear that someday someone will take me too literally. Maybe they won’t see that I’m just a very visual learner so lessons come a little more vividly to me. I have this fear that I’ll be 302’d, called crazy. I’d say the Devil passed that on to me but like I said,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Devil Disguised”

Poetry Series – Dishware

The first three lines smack me in the face the second I open the cabinet and reach for a mug to fill will coffee, to carry me over when a 3am feeding turns into an inability to sleep. I have this itching reminder to find something productive to do with my energy so when myContinue reading “Poetry Series – Dishware”

Poetry Series – Postpartum

Healing is a journey and it is not linear. Sometimes we find ourselves back in the places we thought we fought our way out of only to find that all of the thrashings had buried us deeper rather than set us free. Recent events have left me. I’m a decade in the past, realizing thatContinue reading “Poetry Series – Postpartum”

Poetry Series – To the Dicks

Sometimes my opinions are so strong, I worry they’ll erupt from my body. I try to keep calm, and level my voice as I explain in hopes that they’ll be more well-received. I acknowledged that I don’t even know how much of a place I have to hold such strong views on the issue soContinue reading “Poetry Series – To the Dicks”

Poetry Series – Audience

Trauma will teach you to be who people want you to be but the truth is, no matter how much you try to bury the parts of yourself that they don’t want to see, they’ll always be there and someday they’ll win over. I think about cases of multiple personalities and I’m no doctor, IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Audience”