Shiny Objects

Rambling ruminations




Stand. Stand in the pouring rain, Arms outstretched, Face to sky, Reveling in the sensation of it.   Walk. Walk in the scorching heat, Hand in slimy hand, Brows channeling rivulets around eyes, Experiencing the hardship of it.   Sit.... Continue Reading →

On Social Anxiety

I'd say it was gut-wrenching, but that's not quite right. Gut-wrenching is too cliché, doesn't encompass nearly enough. Your guts aren't just being twisted around, but twisted by a wrench of ice, while a thousand icy needles prick your skin,... Continue Reading →

Puzzle Pieces of Brokenness

When I walked into the bathroom she was huddled in the corner, knees to chest, a beautiful mess. Her right hand gripped a stained razor, while crimson pain spilled from her left wrist, palm up, shamefully showing the world what... Continue Reading →

Dream Girl

The beeping dispersed you like smoke in the wind, and soon I was grasping at pillows. I bumped into you in a room crowded with cliches, and the memories came rushing back. I still love you, You never stopped loving... Continue Reading →

A Stream of Consciousness

It's been a few days since I published anything, and I apologize for the delay! It's been a crazy couple of days with my family in town for graduation. I have a bit of time now, so I thought I'd... Continue Reading →

When You Were Whole

When You Were Whole The moment of impact Lights flash spasmodically, colorful. Time warps faster and slower, But no one else notices. You're underwater, but so is the ringing, The people above you are urgent, but they're on the surface,... Continue Reading →

Know the Worth of Your Heart

I'll give you a hint: I'm the him. My therapist told me to figure out what made my one love special; I've been thinking all week and need an answer by tomorrow, so there may be another poem coming from... Continue Reading →

Emotional Control

Hey guys! I wrote this piece intending to read it at a slam poetry competition next Monday! I've never written or performed a slam poem, and am actually pretty new to the world of poetry, so if any of you... Continue Reading →

How to be a Man

How to be a Man When I was three years old, I would berate myself When sent to my room. "So stupid! I'm a bad kid!" My mother wanted to comfort me, But my father preferred to let me work... Continue Reading →

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