Poetry
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You Stole Christmas. (a poem)
I remember the fir scented candles that lined aisle 17,Every other aisle smelled like Christmas, hot chocolate or hot ciderStacked with wreaths and reindeer on bath mats,Fake snow and gingerbread men,And every aisle in between smelled like acrylic megastore floors. Our shoes squeaked as my sister and I ducked away from you,You didn’t chase us…
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The Shoebox Elf: A Poem
Trigger Warning: Some people may be sensitive to the choice of language and themes displayed in this poem. Read with caution. Shoebox thoughts A little elf trapped and doomed, Climbing tirelessly to escape. A complex mind, he’s pacing with thoughts. Can’t stay contained. Lifted up and out of the shoebox, a huge world awaits him.…
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here, now. (A Poem)
Fall asleep, To the rhythmic heartbeat, Of the next door patient. Jungles lined up before you like pieces of a puzzle.
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Just Jump it’s Doomsday (A Poem)
Is it awfully intrusive for me to jump through your window?…The floors are creaky and it hits me like a train, Our love’s existence fleeting.
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Locked in: a poem about being unable to escape
Petals floating in a stilled sky, Holding myself tightly as I shift away, Praying to God that he’ll hear my cry, My tears are burning my face tonight, When will I free myself? If it feels so close, Why won’t a door open? I’m just waiting for a sign Trying helplessly Trying, I’m trying But…