Anger is the whale that swallowed Jonah. You feel justified to stay still and let it eat you. It is only afterwards that you realize you decided to jump in.
I’ll never forget what you did for me You touched and healed my scars I’ll never forget how you listened to me As I told you my story with all the gory details I’ll never forget how you silently urged me not to kill myself And how you listened to my reasons for … Continue reading Poem: Eventually
Just as a murmuration of starlings shape changes in fluid motion, outside your perfect sphere of sharp points and lines all the world shifts and morphs, always in motion. And you’ll never see it unless you turn away. Even I have disappeared so you may read this. I exist no more in your world … Continue reading Poem: Curse
Focus On me, on you. Don't look away, or you'll miss it. But if you focus you'll see clearly and you'll see my clearly. Choose What would you rather see? There's everything, and there's me. But choosing does not limit your choices. You can choose again if something catches your eye. You see the world … Continue reading Poem: Blessing
She was the girl who unbuilt the wall brick by brick. She was the girl who showed you your heart beat by beat. She was the girl you wouldn’t stop looking at day after day. She was the girl who ruled your heart, though you wouldn’t admit it. She was the … Continue reading Poem: C
People recognise you for not being who you are Celebrate your enthusiasm outside of yourself Add to your collection of fantastic stories And you smile, knowing You belong here We are nerds We are geeks We are fans This is us.
On the wings of Re I am the glory of the sun. I pass over the Two Lands from morning to night. The people who live there have built me a mirror of gold so I may behold my beauty as I travel through the sky from morning to night. My mirror is now … Continue reading Poem: Decay
Sometimes I want to go back to before everything was muddled up but then I remember it's always been muddled up and the place I wish to return to exists only in my heart
Paper wounds scar my fingertips Twisted slivers in my flesh Bandages mark the graves of missing skin
The frogs were vibrating in conversation. The sun was bright and the air was cool. We were catching frogs in the field. I held one in my hands. We gathered round and saw the squishy frog up close, before it jumped away. It was summer, that frog-hunting day. We left the frogs to vibrate in … Continue reading Poem: Croak