Poetry Blogs (2019, tiredness)
It all happens quickly,
the way our bodies fold,
warm up to the concept
of a morning
rush. We forget sleep in the shower;
we contemplate coffee on the balcony,
then tie our shoelaces inside
keeps me from swearing
at the bad drivers in the concrete storm,
and that is the little difference
It’s day 28 of...
Thursday 31st January 2019 11:17 pm
She is tired. She does get tired.
She is tired of pretending to be strong. Like things were always all right. She is tired of being left alone. She has this friend inside. This voice in her head keeps on yelling that she’s stupid, worthless, and pathetic. Darkness loves her so much that he clothed her with fear and anxiety.
At night while she sleeps, he comes like a robber then takes her hap...
Saturday 9th December 2017 9:12 am
Head In Hands
when I bring my hands
to my face
the heels fit precisely
into the sockets of my eyes…
my thumbs circle my temples
but do not soothe or ease the pain…
each of my fingers press
against the bony ridge of forehead…
pleading for relief…
the insides of each hand
pinch against the aqualine
contours of my nose...
Sunday 1st May 2016 7:53 pm