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You Are Hope

My soul is a black hole Drinking in your light; I need your hopeful energy To dodge depression's dark bite.   Mornings when I'm chained in bed, The light of your soul cuts me free; You give me reason to... Continue Reading →

In Love with This Moment

Another sip of white lightning tears its way down my throat, Settles hotly in my stomach. The world takes longer to load into my brain like this; I grasp at thoughts like the strings of escaping balloons, But I'm not... Continue Reading →

Fossilization

He was five when they told him not to cry So he cut that part of him out of his life And minerals filled in the space. He was ten when they told him his laugh was annoying So he... Continue Reading →

Back to the Grass Less Green

When we set out, it was sunny. Though low in the sky, sunbeams peeked behind the clouds and everything felt pastoral.   Through the thicket we went, sun at our backs, filling our souls like sails Over the bouncing bridge,... Continue Reading →

Save Me

It was two years, one month, and three days ago now, That I made that fulcrum decision. And for two years, one month, and three days now, I've been wondering if it was the right one.   You might have... Continue Reading →

Hope

This is one of the very first poems I ever wrote, I was 16 years old at the time. Hope you enjoy! Hope Depression is hard; It is desperate, It is desolate, comfortless, dark Hopeless A race from the blast... Continue Reading →

Things that have hurt me

A paring knife in the kitchen A bent spring from a pen in the bedroom Broken shards of plastic from the same pen, in the same room Half a bottle of Advil in the bathroom A razor blade from an... Continue Reading →

I Think of You

I think of you while Parked, Surrounded by running engines In a 70 mph speed limit zone. Too impatient, you say? Well what about now?   I think of you while While the bar tries To crush my throat But... Continue Reading →

I’m Done

Click send on that last essay of college - Ever. Feet run out of boardwalk, I'm flying through the air, How far will I get before I hit the water Or the rocks If the tide is out. God I... Continue Reading →

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