Poetry
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When Words Disappear
I watch myself give up on expressing myself time after time because the effort it takes to do so is enormous both mentally and physically. … sometimes I get sad for a while, wishing I could somehow share what’s on my mind. But for better or worse, it passes. And time moves on. Continue reading
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Life Is for Living:
A Collection of Poems Written from the Psych Ward in March of 2021; Continue reading
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remember
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou Continue reading
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Chaotic Calm
I come here, and my emotions are calm against the rhythmic chaos of the sea, the waves in my mind are no match for the waves of the ocean. I breathe, and the beach washes over me, inside me, through me, all my senses on max,, somehow, it feels right. have you tried turning it… Continue reading
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Nighttime Numb
Awake in the darkness. The glare of the phone screen Burns shadows into the backs of my eyes. Burning, hot, through my palms, Exhaustion burns my entire body. The hum of the AC cuts Into the hum of my overflowing mind. Random bursts of unrelated sounds As my fingers scroll, possessed, My eyes glued, my Continue reading
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This is Different
I am no stranger to the dark and the sad, to the depths of painful expression Most of my life it was all that I knew, but for windows of respite, pockets of light It isn’t unfamiliar. It is unwelcome. Continue reading
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on indecision:
Not knowing where to begin because of not knowing where I am headed.A vague idea of getting out,finding the exit,winning the game.But what does that mean? Not knowing what I want because I only know what I don’t want.A debilitating sense of confusion.This way or that way?End or beginning?Pulled in all directions; stuck fast where Continue reading
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Waking up
Waking up in Ubud, Bali is not the same as waking up in Brooklyn, New York.It’s 6 a.m. and the sun is rising, peeking out in shining rays behind the coconut palms.I throw open my curtains, letting it all in, the contrast is startling, each day anew.The tiny colorful singing birds, orange and yellow and Continue reading
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Tears
Why do you ask if you don’t want to know? How can I answer when no one is listening? I hide in plain sight. Everyone can see. Stop it. Grow up. I wish that I can. I try. Over and over, and over again. I’m fifteen, and for the first time, I get to cry… Continue reading
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Yet Space Can Not Contain
I remember this poem as the one that made me believe I needed to be high in order to write anything worth writing. I remember writing this poem, sitting on a green plastic chair in my bedroom at my parent’s house in Brooklyn, NY. I remember reading this poem, out loud, during workshop the next… Continue reading
I can I know 