Lit Poetry

you can see my head just above the water so i haven't sunk so that means i'm doing ok doesn't it (?) but can't you see my lungs desperately swallowing...

i once got asked “which color are you?” i sat there, perplexed not knowing what he meant reading my face, i guess, he said “each color is a personality...

I’m in need of a muse, you’re in need of a purpose. I promise it won’t hurt, there’s no need to be nervous. I don’t know who you...

Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of it shadowed in a wrinkle of my mother’s aging face And sometimes I smell it, in solidifying moonlight of sugary grass and...

Long hallways Too many floors So many students behind so many doors Waiting to learn, to be inspired Even though they’re sleepy And their eyes are tired But some had...

she stands . because she has carried her scars for too long drowned in her sorrows too far into unfathomable lands and uncertain journeys because you said you'd stay (oh, you...

Years ago, my grandmother gave me her mother’s wedding ring. Occasionally, I try it on, holding out my hand to see how the wide gold band shines in the light, as...

i tried desperately to take the broken pieces you handed me and glue you back together, but saving you was never my job anyways. you put up one...

I’m built upon the bones of (Their bones were never meant to slave away; hours on end, feet swelling on-call, arthritis in their knuckles that act up on...

Vivid memories sleep on the horizon Reminiscing on the days of old Days past, but not gone Asleep, but not dead The negative energy radiates; Cuts deep: to the...