Orphan

A storm is coming, we Can feel it deep Inside our bones, We have lost the will to Make the clock move Forward When we’ve already lost Our only home Return to sender, we’re The firsthand offender, a Coward in wolves clothing, torn ripped, and cheaply Sewn Raised in violence, keep every pain In silence,Continue reading “Orphan”

Head(space)

“unbeingdead isn’t beingalive” e. e. cummings Another draft from the beginning of December for my fellow winter, bluesy babes because vulnerability is all I got left. Hang in there folks, it’s war out there. ~ I hate the cold season. In the warmer seasons, I already tend to feel fidgety and anxious when saying outContinue reading “Head(space)”

Internal II (wanderer)

there is someone wandering around on the inside of my head she and i are not the same and she often wishes I were dead she whistles haunting tunes, a sickly sweet into my ear, a restless hum of seething rage to fill my veins with endless fear she bids the sorrow that wears meContinue reading “Internal II (wanderer)”

April Showers

The month of March has really beat me to a pulp, hence the lack of posts. Sometimes the emotional ups and downs in mental health are just too much and the idea of practicing vulnerability feels more like horror and suffocation and makes me want to hide forever. With that being said, I am goingContinue reading “April Showers”