I’m lost on a road of wonder, expecting rain but getting thunder. On holiday’s eve of a forgotten myth comes the light of a pillow’s plunder. A raven’s laugh, two toes, in fact, bring a child’s nightmare dreaming. And who goes there,... (more »)
I listened out for white noise, over thinking
One look at you was worth it
All the mockery, laughter
Was worth nothing against you
But when I was alone it’d eat at my patience
When I was with you, the white noise was barely audible... (more »)
I’ve learned that society isn't accepting.
I've learned you make mistakes.
I've learned that you can escape with hobbies
I've learned that the true friends stay
I've learned that family is there for you... (more »)
I am from Church and Temple,
from Matzah Ball soup and Christmas Eve dinner.
I am from the heat and warmth that comes from a summer campfire,
from a family where love is always welcomed and admired.
(It felt irresistible and calm
And... (more »)
It's been a long time since I have cried. My tears never seem to be there anymore. I know exactly why though. I got sick of crying. I got sick of being told there was no reason for me to cry. The person telling me not to cry though, they can... (more »)
If you peek into my mind
You ought to find
Thoughts of which you have never seen before
Thoughts of which are the core
Of all my sick intentions
You may say I need a mental health intervention
But before you do I would like to mention
The... (more »)
Why do you cry, my friend?
Did something happen?
Don’t answer that question.
Just cry, I will be right by you.
As I worry and fret
About what is happening
I will try to cheer you up
Saying stupid jokes and punchlines
Don’t... (more »)
I am from summer nights.
From building forts in the woods,
to dressing up in mom’s lipstick and mascara.
From 100 degree days, spent in the pool.
To nights, spent sitting by bonfires.
I am from winter days.
From making any... (more »)
I’m from a white ranch with blue shutters,
pictures of my brother and me along
the wall to the basement.
I’m from the sweet, vanilla scent roaming
the house, candle above the fireplace.
I’m from pulling my pink blankie... (more »)
To: Winter Nights
I miss steaming mugs of hot chocolate with the tiny white marshmallows that float on top and fluffy-as-a-cloud whipped cream that lazily dissolves.
The minty aroma of crumbled candy cane chunks that lay sprinkled... (more »)
Friday night in a Chinese restaurant. the customers are screaming to be heard over a counter where behind the register a fire burns and suddenly I'm alone on a Friday night in a Chinese restaurant. a little... (more »)
How can you cry for me? How can you care for me, a stranger? That's all I am to you. Yet, you care for me more than anyone could. Is it pity? Do you pity my frail body, My balding head, and saddened eyes? Is it because I'm trapped?... (more »)
one day, I left. I traded the sound of voices cracking and plates smashing for the lull of the open road wearing the treads off my ties. I traded our king sized bed for motels that smell like pot and the life I left behind. I’ve burned a... (more »)
Today, I stopped to listen. I listened to the hallways and how your voice was still nailed to them among the rows of picture frames. They all showed me your grinning face. I listened to the way your laughter still echoed off your bedroom... (more »)
The American Dream, it seems, comprised of infantries laid to sleep, hand in hand, bullet in cheek. The American Dream, it seems, held together with stitches of sacrifice, knitted with bones and ammo, a quilt of uniformity. The American... (more »)