Honesty (tigers)

You sit opposite from him at the side of a little restaurant lit with the longest candles and the tendency to outdo itself. You find your gloved hand resting on your jawline, some imagined line streaming from a pouting chin to a joyful cheek. The dim, romantic lights shift from one of his eyes to…

Optimistic Post #mentalhealth

So even though I mention anxiety (a lot) and though the end of this semester was a little emotional for me, I’ve overcome a lot and made a lot of progress that I’m very proud of. Sometimes I forget just how far I’ve come because, well, day-to-day life will do that to ya. Oftentimes when…

Do I look okay?

My mind is racing as fast as the car windows are streaming through the lightning and the love affairs. He looked over hungrily as he watched my hair whip over itself, clinging onto my glasses and my shoulders, things he made synecdoches for sex. Isn’t it funny how hair can mean one of so many…

Leda

Your lies are whispers on my ear and my heart flutters like a swan’s wings. We rock back and forth in a chair too old for us, and we wonder back and forth – Is it too late? Never. You said “never” before. Never again. Liar.

Smile

Look for the smile. You’ve searched fruitlessly in the abundance of pillows and sheets that have been warmed in a wooden apartment surrounded by glass and steel. You’ve fallen over yourself in heels that have reached the Empire State and then crawled back in vain with bruises and blisters. The pages of the old texts…

Existential

Did you cry when you watched your mother open the yellow paper permitting your absence from the world? Did you care for the little girl who got lost on the street when her mom turned to laugh at the charming bellboy? Have your ears ever felt hotter? The cold weather is inviting constant talk about…

My New Years Resolutions

Travel. Somewhere. Anywhere. Just go away for a bit. Find peace… again. Anxiety’s a constant battle, but I’ve made a lot of headway this past year. I just want to find a deeper sense of peace and serenity. Do yoga or pilates or something. I don’t have to lose any weight or anything, but I…

Santa

They don’t tell you Santa isn’t real. They know he is a myth; they know of the tales, but they don’t tell you. They want you to find out for yourself. Everything’s a myth and a tale. Everything’s something you have to believe in until you believe in it no more. Until you learn to…

Mirrors and Glass

The ground is shattering under my knees, mirrors cracking as my skull shrills. Glass breaking, pictures of a child I once knew, who once grew into my footsteps. That poor, beautiful fool. Dusty curtains brush against the shards of glass now ripping away at a corset that bound me with fear of wrinkles and solid…

Dear 18

I try to write you in so many ways, in tears, in loves, and in poems. 365 days, and yet nothing really to show for them. Except maybe a little more faith in love, and a little more faith in me, a little more faith in Him above, and a little more faith in being…

Rebellion

She is in a rebellion. Her gunpowder sinking into her lungs, as she tucks the cigarette between her lips. The battle song warbles from her Beats headphones, and inside she cries the war cry. She is in a rebellion. She sits in a faux leather-cushioned chair with a newspaper in hand, staring at the people…

Hand on Cheek

The nights are getting colder The blanket suffocates me, but it helps me breathe. The fire crackles and I wonder what is inside; what is burning? A glass of wine, a cocktail dress. A hand was on my cheek. I am alone in a world of mahogany and maple. Does the fire ever burn the…