A poem regarding life’s many doors and expectations.
Malfunction [Freeverse Poetry]
I was the definition of a malfunction. A machine that had feelings. How funny. Machines aren’t supposed to feel. They aren’t supposed to cry or laugh. But I do. I’m a machine that feels. One that hurts every moment I swallow oil to lubricate my gears. One that hurts every moment I flip the “On” switch on the side of my …
A Reality within Reality: My Relationship with Music
Everyone knows what it’s like to have a shitty first car. Or at least to have driven one. The brakes squeal, you have to hold the window straight just to roll it up (which also hisses whenever you get past 20mph), your shifter (if you drive manual like I do) grinds and groans just as you do every time the …
My Darling – Poetry [Sonnet]
A poem regarding the issue of being controlled by others/society Sit my darling, listen to orders now Take a seat, ink in hand, a willing soul Rules and regulations, papers to vow Wisdom to offer, structure as a whole Words with lessons, blindly grinning—Black lids Sight useless, a clipped bird in its chains But orders are orders, ones that forbids …