I am the flower you buy for your lover,

Plucked from the home I once knew,

Left to die in your favorite convenience store.

The clerk wraps me in shiny plastic packaging.

You take me home to your wife.

She shoves me into a vase of tap water.

I try to move myself toward the light,

But I am trapped inside this glass contraption.

I am gasping for air,

Drowning and wilting.

Three days have passed,

You toss me out with the rest of your trash.

My last petal drops,

He loves me not.




The monster in my head,

Is a mistress of misery.

Instead of punches,

She throws insults,

Back and forth across my skull.







Everywhere I go,

She follows me.

When I look in the mirror,

She taunts me.

She guides my eyes to the places she hates most,

And tells me to hate them, too.







Her words stab like a shiv,

molded out of soap in a prison cell,

Where I am the prisoner,

And she is the guard.

I long to see the light again.

Oh how I wish she would set me free.



When you come around,

I lose sight of reality.


My mind starts wonder.

My heart starts to wander.

My head fills with memories.

My chest fills with pain.


You are a dream that makes this world seem dull.


When you come around,

I forget who I am.


My mind starts to worry.

My heart starts to hurt.

My head fills with guilt.

My chest fills with confusion.


You know me best without knowing me at all.


When you come around,

I am full of regret.


My mind starts to spin.

My heart starts to skip.

My head fills with thoughts.

My chest fills with grief.


You are the streetlamp that lights up the darkness.


When you come around,

I can’t seem to focus.


My mind starts to open.

My heart start to sink.

My head fills with poetry.

My chest fills with honey.


You are clear as day and the rest is a blur.




Your value is not

radiating in your uterus,

like a jewel that can be stolen.

And when he was there,

he found nothing

but an emptiness,

all too familiar.

The burden is his,

it is not yours to bear.

He did not break you.

Look at yourself,

you will find

that you are whole.

Be ashamed,

not in the way

they want you to be.

Be ashamed

of the society

that raised him

to do this

and told you

to feel guilty for it.



Shadow man,

where have you been?

Long since I’ve seen you,

my treacherous friend.

Chimerical chemist,

soaring swiftly as I sleep.

Cover my mouth,

so that I cannot speak.

Demonic dream taker,

paralyze me with fear.

Stand over my bed,

Grin from ear to ear.

Chest pressing incubus,

lay me down to rest.

Try to control me,

and please try your best.


two lips

two lips

I am a seed,
My father gave me

The roots

That ground me to this earth
That tell me who I am,

Where I belong.

My mother gave me

The stem
That helped me grow

Bending but never breaking,

Through the storms

My mind is the bud,
Waiting to blossom.

Beautiful and bewildering.

The veins in my tightened petals

Expand quickly,

Stretching in the sunshine,

Closer every day.

My stem is bending
toward the light,
Binding me to the soil.

My roots grow deeper

As my stem grows taller
And my flower burns brighter

Than ever before.