Month: October 2025

The sun casts her golden rays; sparkling light
Over river shores and twisted grass
Bringing crisp dawning skies to dark sad nights

Little fawns open their beady eyes
Tiny birds push their wings south and bask
As the sun casts her golden rays; sparkling light

Autumn leaves rustle and shake to the might
Of cold, brisk wind that parts the clouds at last
Bringing crisp dawning skies to dark sad nights

I stomp my boots, tie my laces up tight
Stroll in the creeks and go about my tasks
The sun casts her golden rays; sparkling light

Rippling water under my fishing line
Reflects purple clouds, turn baby blue fast
Bringing crisp dawning skies to dark sad nights

I bathe in the orange haze sent from heights
Higher than Heaven and the starship’s mast
The sun casts her golden rays; sparkling light
Bringing crisp dawning skies to dark sad nights

Asylum

Behind glassy eyes
The floor crumbles beneath her
She tries to speak,
She reaches for her words
Reaches, for anything,
Anyone
To hold onto
But everything’s gone
Even herself

With each passing day
The empty room she lies in
Seems to get smaller,
And smaller
The cool tile floor
Presses against her small,
Vacant, body
A shell of a human,
Is what they call her
As if she can’t hear,
As if she’s just a corpse,
waiting to be taken to the morgue

They come to watch her multiple times a day
Each time the door opens, she seems to flinch
Like an animal in a cage,
She gets used to it
Now, she barely notices anymore
As they get quieter
And blurrier.
And eventually they leave her mind completely.
Her sanity drips away
With the soft pitter patter
Of the rain hitting the window
It’s always raining,
For her at least

During the day,
She drifts in and out of sleep
Exhaustion hits her like a tsunami
Her eyes flutter from open to closed
Pushing her into the undertow, then letting in enough air,
Just to keep her alive.
The dreams feel real to her now
She’s not sure whether the clock ticking in her head,
is actually there
Until someone prods her delicate skin
Making sure she’s still alive

At night,
When she’s supposed to be sleeping
Her eyes stay glued open
And her body is sore from the force of the day
But her mind stays awake
Thoughts race through her head
Banging,
Pounding on her skull
Waiting to be released
Into the cool, night air
When all the pain will finally stop.

Today I haven’t left my house, but I will soon.
Some never leave their home, some never call a place home.
Four walls, a door, floor, and a roof.Concrete strong, wood soft.
Warm on the inside with a cold outside night, for most that’s what they call home.
But for me home isn’t a house, or a buildinding, or even a place.
For me home is somewhere i can laugh, tears filling my eyes as i cant breath, the paintings laughing with me , dropping on the ground because of something stupid i find funny.
Home is somewhere I can place my head on their walls and cry, salty water rolling down my cheeks as they hold me up from falling into nothing, I bury my head in the crook where the walls meet, I feel safe and heard.
They won’t judge me no matter whatever or whoever is making me cry even if it’s the house itself.
Home is a place where I can scream my secrets at the top of my lungs to all the walls and they would listen, keeping them safe, the doors locked as i bang angrily against them.
For me home is the first place I go when I get good information, when I am proud of myself. Home for me always knows what to say, they always know what to do even if they’re falling apart to build me up.
For me home is beautiful, its walls hung with memories and its off white trim along the side.
Its cracked paint on the doors, the color of the cold orange floors below my feet always there to catch me when i step, the sent of it filling my chest every time i enter after being away, the hole in the wall from my fist the day my great uncle died but it forgave me, the scratches on the door from the dog running into it every time someone would leave, the flickering light in the hallway making it feel like a horror movie some nights, the windows all around letting the light flow in drowning out the cold, the same windows letting in an emptiness when the sun leaves the sky and all there is, is darkness.
The rust on the door frames, the brick on the outside that’s rough to the touch.
The indecisiveness of deciding its style from within and outside, the broken water pipes that creek when you turn the faucet on.
The broken locks on the doors from the past owners that cause the house to hurt but still let people in, the way it looks sharp as you pull up onto the cracked driveway but it’s soft on the inside.
The fact that it’s just home, not A home; but my home.
For me I will alway love home.
Even when the heater doesn’t work.
Even as it falls apart in the wind.
Even when the windows get stuck in the cold.
Even as it yells and asks me to leave.
Even when I move out, and it becomes a ghost of a place.
Even when I feel like it’s not MY home anymore.
But It will always be
For me, home is her.

My youngest sister is the droplets you feel before a rainstorm.
The ones that feel like little pieces of snow landing on your neck.
The ones that are gentle and kind.
Then they become stinging and unforgiving.
They drive you inside and turn into a full on flood.

My middle sister
is a hurricane,
raging and
thrashing,
swirling and
whirling.
But there’s always the eye of the storm,
that little safe space where I remember
when she was younger,
that’s her spirit ,
her whole heart,
her boisterous laughter,
her spark,
her light that is always,
always drowned in the night.

I am the storm that cleaves the sky.
I will scream and shout
and
rage until they hear me.
I light up the sky to the beat of the
music that booms from my house.
I use my voice to make the floor
thunder like the sky.
I am not my daddy’s little girl.
I am my fathers daughter.
And I have all his rage.

My sisters and I,
we all swirl and mix,
shaking the earth with our storms,
lashing out with our fathers fire
and our mothers cold ice,
but we all follow the
steady beat of our heart,
the beat of the songs we sing,
the games we play,
the steps we walk,
the way our feet hit the ground,
making storms,
causing earthquakes,
moving the sky.

Day after day,
week after week
you will feel our storms and it will continue on.
Girl to Wife to Mother to Daughter,
we will not be your lambs to slaughter.
And when that cycle comes to an end ,
you will feel our storms again.

The city shines with the light of a thousand rays of sunshine
And its nights just as glorious
Children reaching on their tiptoes, the skyscrapers stretch for the stars
The city bustles with a million little lives
which just as a fire dies,
Are snuffed out by an unkind god

The bird observes this with detached melancholy
From his place in the gruesome sunset
At once wishing for what they have, envious
And solemn of their many failures
Though many of their own fault

From so high, their existence is acknowledged only by specks on the horizon
And it is easy to lose yourself searching the stars
The moon regards him with disdain
And has taken to appearing only as a lonely frown
Sighing with disapproval
At the world

Hands as green as mold,
Rotted and cold,
Where life meets death,
And parasites take their breath

My eyes are full of holes,
Black with molds,

You fill my dreams
And every nightmare teems
With the loneliness
To rival your long-gone liveliness

I hope I won’t wake up
To a world beat-up

I hope you follow me
But I haven’t found the key
That will open up the way
For you to stay

My heart gasps
Between the gaps

Water turned blood
A bony flood
Hanging clothes
Bleak rainbows

Panic
Abuse
Cut
And truth

Words
Words

I have nothing left
But my own deft
Engravings
That cry wood shavings

The puzzle doesn’t fit
In the heart in the pit

I tried to fight the morning
But I still came up snoring
With the strange pang
Beneath the pain

Bang
Bang

Let me leave
So I can grieve
Your loss
Please don’t be cross

The crows are needy
They are greedy

Kill me crows
Before she goes
Don’t make it bittersweet
We already know you’re elite

The tears
The fears

My tears would fill an ocean
But your love is a slow-motion
If you give me your word
I would fly like a bird

Over that ledge
Where I would join the seabed

But you won’t love me
I am not your key
But please
Don’t leave

Home
Home

My tears are your reflection
Smother me with your affection
My love is unhinged
Remember those stories that we binged

Fun
RUN

They won’t find us here love
We will be like the birds love
There is no one to catch us
Our love will not be treasonous

Follow me to hell.

I remember a day
So long ago,
Where everything was perfect,
Until I got home.

I got in the car,
All cheerful and happy.
But the air was all wrong,
It was damp and it was heavy.

It only took a minute or two
To get back to our home
From the school,
But it felt like an hour.

My sister babbled and giggled
In the car seat next to mine,
But my momma was silent.
She reminded me of a mime.

When we got out of the car,
The day seemed alright.
The birds were singing,
And the clouds were light.

But my house was dark
As we walked into the room and the house.
It made me feel
Like a small trapped mouse.

My heart was beating fast,
And my throat was dry.
My father was sitting
In the corner of my eye.

His hands were clasped together,
And his face was dark.
My momma sat us on the couch,
But she sat quite far.

Then my father started crying,
As my momma explained
That things would be different,
And they would separate.

My heart felt broken,
As tears welled in my eyes.
This was the first time
I had seen my father cry.

It made me confused
That he could feel this way.
He was the man that was strong
At the end of each day.

That day I asked him not to cry.
I said it made me sad.
I didn’t want to see someone cry,
Especially not my dad.

I went to bed broken,
A shattered scattered vase.
That was the last time,
I woke up with two faces.

In the school bathroom, my hands wet, I look in the mirror, my image set.

Pale skin and green eyes I see so clear, But whispers surround me, I tremble with fear.

Do they stare because I don’t fit their mold? Is there something else that makes me feel cold?

Each year it gets harder, it’s hard to be me, Someone changed my mirror, it’s not what it should be.
They must have broken it without my say, The person on the other side feels far away

Doubt follows me closely with every bold step

Wondering if in my own skin I’ll ever find a rep.

So I lie and I stuff those feelings held tight, Every glance in the mirror brings doubts to my mind

“Am I enough?” I often ask deep in this hell, Jus wanting to be seen to escape from my shell.

so i’ll hold on to hope for better days to come, When I can be free, when I won’t feel so numb

But for now, I will wait, a cage Ill sit in, Wanting, hoping to be seen from within

‘Cause I am no girl, I am no boy; I’m something different, a soul looking for joy.
Every time I look, I wonder with glee, What if the person on the other side is me

So as I share this story of mine, reflect on this line

You may be someone else, someone beautiful, divine,

Just waiting on the other side of a mirror’s shine.

The pen owns this poem.
Doesn’t matter when i get out of bed,
I can write a poem whenever i want
Right from the stem.
It’s the ink or led
That spills out of the pen to make a poem,
Sometimes in life
you just need to spill out your ink or led
And give the world the magic you wish and beg.
But the way you fall is when you run out
Never sit in doubt
You and your pen work together to put a smile
on your face
Write a poem to fill your heart with grace.
Sure I wrote this poem
But at the end of the day
The pen owns the poem.
Zen into a cave
To find yourself in your mind,
and see the words you can find.
You and your pen work together
Because What is a pen without a poet,
And what is a poet without their pen?
I wrote this poem,
But the pen owns it.

New year New me
but same sight
same eyes
no new height
still have the same frights
5 minutes since midnight
my feet are still small
don’t feel tall

Why haven’t I changed
Why haven’t I grown
I still feel the same old
Maybe It takes time
Or maybe I’m different
But hopefully I change
Next Year