The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Mom, your actions and words Cut like a knife like the birds beak in this picture slicing ache and agony through my heart How could you be so heartless ma?
Being Needed is Tough
Every breath you draw is not for yourself But for the person who needs you next Your work so you can pay the bills
Hey, mom! I never told you this before, but… I remember. I remember your crooked smile, the one I thought was perfect…
A home full of light the fireplace roaring Filling the Crevices With laughter and chatter The soft coo of an infant
It’s okay, I continue to say, To not be okay Not for forever But just for today Waiting in place For an outpouring of grace
The Third Mistake
The sun sets its gaze upon my first summer alone, as I traipse along a beach brimmed by locals. Time moves swiftly as youth, sensuality, and freedom are returned to me,
A Hole that Nothing Dug
You asked me to explain empty, but it doesn’t seem like anything worth entertaining. It’s just empty — broken, bearing
Wish I could go back and do things differently But now all I have are these memories The way we would laugh until our stomachs hurt and couldn't breath
Incogitant Laid upon my back Tunnel vision sadness Heart always on the attack I turn over to reach for someone My hands hit the wall
Unforgotten love and Unforgettable depression
The thoughts of love swarm my head A broken world I left behind A million words left unsaid As i think of what once was mine
The intense night is beginning to break by a faint light on an early May morning. Grey clouds, soon to be white, are now visible, in the disappearing darkness. Silhouettes of tall trees and houses are no longer covered by the night. The breeze is cool but sure to warm quickly. There's a new day dawning and the sun will soon rise.
lost loved one
i miss you i miss the late night conversations stay up until 3 am every night talk about the funniest stuff talk about the deep things that were caving us in