i will write poetry, i will be a poet, and i will make them proud of me, then i will die peacefully. poem for my great-grandmother and my neighbor.

oh to be the main character of my own life sounds wretched as it may an imposter in another's body what i feel perennial

I didn’t mean to hurt myself this way, Didn’t plan to pour 'til I ran dry. But love— it always asked for more, and I always said yes. I gave like oce...Read more

The hurting inside my body Like a tornado that rampaged Through my mind Everything is broken And I don't even know What to fix. I'm not broken enoug...Read more

Time of cicadas dust covers grey pavements that - First shower disturbs.