Hearts: a poem

And when he asks me if I wear my heart on my sleeve, Silence cascades downwards like the beginning of a storm, The hot air is cut by cold and my breath is stolen from my lungs, Only for a moment which lasts millennia. His eyebrows furrow in the way in which they always do,… Continue reading Hearts: a poem

January-April Reading Summary

This year, my focus has been to get back on track with my reading. Both reading more, and diverse literature, as well as going back to the roots of where my passion for literature began. Though i have not consumed an incredible amount of books to proclaim to the world (or goodreads) I still find… Continue reading January-April Reading Summary

Dissociation: a poem

Sometimes I beg to pull the strand of dna That contributes to my mental illness, Set it alight with my broken synapses. Suffocate it with my blurred and dark trauma. If only it were that simple. If only the misery Didn’t feel like being in the middle of the ocean, Alone, and ready for impending… Continue reading Dissociation: a poem


I don't have a specific point to this post, a meaning or form to fit in a single category. This is not poetry, nor is it to do with mental health or books. Instead I suppose it's somewhat an anecdotal morale booster for anyone struggling with, pretty much anything. In September of last year, I… Continue reading Awakening

Explaining to a Loved One the World is Ending: a poem

The world is not ending but I am. The cogs of the earth are in overdrive. I can feel the spinning and I'm so Lightheaded. Every storm vibrates through my being. Fires begin in my belly, destruct everything Around me. Oh my god, I'm going to die. I don't really get a choice you see,… Continue reading Explaining to a Loved One the World is Ending: a poem

Cult Leader: a poem

Cult leader, we too have lived in your grasp - ingested your fermented indoctrination’s, Clouded by the Lord we were so desperately Seeking. But we know that seeking an angel, sometimes We are blinded by Judas. Men who play for power, great psychologists Rewiring our brains so it is you, only you Who we must… Continue reading Cult Leader: a poem

Mother Nature: a poem

I beg for days of clarity, Hold onto moments of pure and unfiltered Happiness. They are few and far between. My brain is a sensitive storm, Thunder ready to cackle and clap At my hysteria, ready for the lightning To change Everything. Those days are the hardest, When the Mother Nature in my brain Collects… Continue reading Mother Nature: a poem

Birds: A Poem

I hold far too much in my heart, My brain is my second opinion Yet it calls all the shots Synapses screaming orders Soldiers desperate to survive. Skin is the blanket organ But when stranded in the desert, My only instinct is to tear its hems Watch it float from my bones A puddle at… Continue reading Birds: A Poem