Content Warning: Self-harm, mental health I love you. You know exactly how much. I love the skin you roll between your fingers and the dips you wish you could cut away. I love the bruises you trace when you find them. I love the scars you collected, even the ones you gave yourself. I know ...

It is sad to step awayI am holding back the tearsBut I just wanted to say – Thank youFor having me bea part of your community.Coffee House Writers –You will always be my family,I will always cherish all the fond memoriesAnd although at this time I have to step awayI won’t say so long but ...

He is the perfect partnerThe words tumble from her lipsdisregarding anypain or tearspreviously shed He is passionate and dignifiedwords she now uttersas the warmthof his bodycomforts her in his bed His words aresoft and caringlike none she’s ever heardher words describe him boldlywithout the slightest care in the world She’s oblivious to thetime and patienceinvested ...

When I received the news that you were gone My knees buckled under me I felt the air leave my lungs And I couldn’t find the courage to breathe I passed on the message My sister fell to her knees My brother stayed calm I fell upwards instead I stood up My body wouldn’t let ...

I don’t want to miss you. I want to hate you. I want to be angry with you. I don’t want to miss you after what you did. You hurt me in a way no one could comprehend, in a way that I could never expect. You were the last person I thought would hurt ...

This poem is dedicated to my dear friend and someone I considered more like a sister Amy Lemons Lamont who passed away suddenly on June 26, 2020. It is still a shock for me that she is gone.  I was just talking with her earlier that day.  Never take anyone for granted because you never ...

She stares blankly in the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her eyes used to glimmer with hope, now they seem empty. She’s tired, always so tired. Going through the motions of life with the mask of happiness, trying to appease the world. The mask falters rarely, and when it does, she’s quick to adjust it. ...

How do we find ways to be human in an inhumane situation   How do we balance the risks of being together while being apart   We weren’t built to stay this apart for this long   Technology allows us to see and hear the ones we love   Nothing can replace the feel of ...

My mind is not at ease My heart is not clear My body is broken Sadness has no part of me I descend deeper into the mire of darkness. No light to be seen Thick is the smoke of my despair. I see no end My life My light Dangles on a string like a ...

I left for hell in a handcart. I waved goodbye, wished them well. I vowed a postcard from the fiery pits, signed by vagabond, me.   On my way to the ground, I stopped at a pub crawl. Somehow this place led me to heaven. I was one over the eight when I stumbled outside. ...