a poem

Free Verse —

a poem — the clock tick tocks until life fades away, in these veins pumps the beat of youth drained. at the last chime — lying in bed dying is it the sum of mistakes that’ll flash before closed eyes, reminding of little rights — and many wrongs like a movie montage focused on hurts caused. lived as the hero then died a villain…

Write for yourself before anyone else — I don’t love writing as much as I did when I was a kid. The childlike joy and wonder were lost once I reached the beginning of adulthood, crushed by the weight of essays and APA/MLA formats. One of my favorite cartoons as a kid was The Fairly OddParents. Seven-year-old…

What happens when they want out? — Trigger warning: self harm, suicide With eyes half-closed they stare at slit wrists thinking, this might be it. The plot shouldn’t have taken a turn this way. Main characters don’t get written out. But the protagonist decided to take control of their own scenes. Pen their finale to be memorialized…

titles are gained — Sit down with your empty mind spend your time staring contemplating the sudden muteness until it’s too much to bare Taken up in typhoon winds dried up in the sun lost in the pills that made you bleak instead of bright. A writer all your life with excuses for your sins at every pen…

Queer books don’t make people gay but they do foster self-acceptance — My parents brought me to our local library for the first time when I was in the third grade. I’d spend more than an hour browsing the shelves, searching for the perfect books. I took so much time that my dad would leave me there because he needed to pick…

The big grape conspiracy — People enjoying wine feels like a conspiracy. When I’m at another obligatory work gathering, drinking wine is almost unavoidable. The boss orders wine for the whole team. I find myself sipping on it, not because I prefer it over my sweet, fruity cocktails, but because he’s footing the bill. Drinking…

don’t seek the end — Don’t go — Don’t seek the end of the road. Walk without an aim, take a breath and see the sights contain the burning ’til it scorches from inside, doubts are just dust clouds that are better left behind it is not unkind to simply take time before seeking for the end. The best kept secret is that nothing lies…