I was picking at a scab and opened up an old wound. As soon as the memories of you began to bleed out, I knew I was doomed. I should've never ripped off the band-aid. I should've just let the feelings fade... But now the dried up memories are fresh again. I think about you… Continue reading Scabs
Pregnancy? How could you let that be? You're only seventeen. What about a degree? Posting pictures online... Thinking everything is just fine. I'm sorry, but I'm not saying congratulations. Having a baby while still a baby should not be a celebration. Get educated, not pregnant. Find yourself, don't try to find love. Explore, don't settle… Continue reading Teen (Be One)
I fell so hard for you and it's destroying me. In a few short weeks you'll be across the country pursuing a degree. My heart is in agonizing pain! I can't get you out of my brain. Could we have been a thing if I fell faster? Maybe we could have. And maybe we would… Continue reading Falling
Short, but impactful poem I wrote about gun violence in schools from a child's point of view. It is a sensitive topic, and may provoke some feelings, so if this is a sensitive topic for you, I would recommend not to read.
In the dark the creature is hidden, but the light seeps through and reveals what you didn't. A human body, but a brute face. The body is sacred, but the face is a disgrace. Is it only an animal face you keep? Or does the animal resemblance exist more deep? Delicacy wasn't mixed with brutality… Continue reading Secrets of Society