Why is it that as soon as I open this fucking laptop My nervous system starts to calm down My breathing starts to return to normal After an entire day of wanting to crawl out of my skin And leave this world behind My heart is still in my body, and it still hurts My … Continue reading Why is it
Category: poem
Sick and tired
Aren't you tired (and I'm feeling physically sick)Aren't you sick of looking at yourself in the mirror and wanting to shrink or be anyone elseArent you sick of being sad and stressed and upset and on the brink of despair the majority of the dayAnd despondent when you wake up in the night You can … Continue reading Sick and tired
lighter
how can you make things lighter? how (can / should / will) you remove the tethers and nails and boxes? how (can / should / will) you stretch your mind into time and space of transcendent light and hope? how can you make things brighter? how (can / should / will) you open the dusty … Continue reading lighter
my body [poem]
my body became soft, to hold what was left to hold memories my body became soft, to allow my brain to heal to accept and love my fate my body became hard, shoulders widened, thighs thick to show my strength to lift myself off the floor to lend a helping hand my body became soft, … Continue reading my body [poem]
Soneto XVII por Pablo Neruda (o, en mis palabras, Feliz Día de San Valentín)
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacioo flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y llevadentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en … Continue reading Soneto XVII por Pablo Neruda (o, en mis palabras, Feliz Día de San Valentín)
I am woman, a poem.
In honor of National Infertility Awareness Week. For all mothers who wish they were. You are still you. I am woman. I am moon and stars and voices on the winter wind. I am a young girl with sparkles of hope in her eyes as she gazes at the fading sun. I am in awe … Continue reading I am woman, a poem.
Seven miles.
Seven miles of clouds Seven miles of cold Seven miles of humidity Seven miles of hills Seven miles started with 'it's too cold' Seven miles ended with 'the cold is refreshing' Seven miles started with 'this view is boring' Seven miles ended with 'this view is home' Seven miles started with 'I can't do this' … Continue reading Seven miles.
>grown up
>so is this what it’s like to grow up?to look on life from the outsidejust watching and waitingand waiting and watchingto find some semblance of order and mercy of life in the aftercalm ofnear death experiences, bipolar tendencies, clanking beer bottles, cigarette butts andthree Little girls, the product of loveso is this what it’s like … Continue reading >grown up
MPM 2.0: mercy unmasked 