A post commenting on how writing has impacted my life, and yours.
“I’m Fine” – What It’s Like to Live with High-Functioning Mental Illness
A post commenting on what it’s like to live with high-functioning mental illness, and how to cope.
Help Me – I’m Cold in All this Warmth [Freeverse Poetry]
A poem regarding the mental state of a person who is lost inside themselves.
Time’s Not Flying, You Are
A post commenting on how quickly we move through our days, and how that causes them to lose meaning.
Life is Defined By [Blackout Poetry]
A poem made by blacking out lines in a novel about psychology and life.
For you Overthinkers that Love with your Heart and Soul…
You know that feeling you get in your chest when you see someone you really care about? That tingling sensation that spirals down from your heart and spreads all the way to your fingertips? If you answered yes, you’re not alone – Granted, most (if not all) people could answer ‘Yes’ to this question. And for most, answering ‘Yes’ to …
A Beautiful Machine
Just a random, poetic construct commenting on what it’s like to live in the adult world. And then the world said: “I will make you a beautiful machine – give me your blood, and I shall give you gasoline, give me your veins, and I shall give you gears, give me your heart, and I shall give you an iron …
A Mechanical Construct – Existing Versus Living.
There’s something a little funny about existing… Everyday we wake up is another day that we are expected to live – we roll out of bed, brush our teeth, make breakfast, and continue on with our day – whether that be by going to work, school, or engaging in one of our hobbies. But what exactly happens when living becomes existing? …
Blackened Flight – Poetry [Freeverse]
A dark poem commenting on human corruption. Structure binds our veins to glory Tying blood. Memory knots—Flow vanishing Knots tighter, limbs blue They plan to cut them off for you Sent to factories in polluted skies Blackened tar, innocent doves A promise to pay you for your flesh Like feathers blackened, a tainted mesh Of empty change jars filled with …
Crimes Against The Earth – Poetry [Prose]
A short poem commenting on the relationship between man and earth. I wake to wind and burning coals inside my chest, a ribbon the color of cardinal feathers tied to my ring finger. Although I rise, expecting to hear the morning hymn of birdsong, I see the moon, casting rays of white across the bellows of the asphalt streets. I …
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