Month: October 2018

Black Cotton

Black cotton

Grows from my head

A gravity defying halo

Around my skull

It deceives you

Springy and wild

Commanding attention

But in reality

So tender, so delicate

Black cotton

Grows from my head

Black cotton

Mimics my heart






I like that word

When I close my eyes

Satellites orbit

Around my head

Tiny holograms

Of everyone

I’ve ever known

Dance on them

Vying for my attention

I make time

For each of them

Not sure how

But I do

I never forget

My mind

My heart

A universe







I Don’t Fit Well

I don’t fit well

Been here a while but

I don’t fit well

Thought I’d settle

Blend in


This place is too small

Your love is too big

So honest and so deep

Too clean

For a mess like me

There’s nowhere to hide

I’m exposed

I’m uncomfortable

I don’t fit well

We can’t force this


Been here a while but

I don’t fit well…

We don’t fit well.




Fun fact: I’ve never had to express feelings like the one in this poem. Sad fact: I’ve been on the receiving end a time or two or three. Interesting fact: all of those times (some major relationships, some sweet flings that were never meant to be), I’ve had to initiate the conversation that would ultimately result in me getting hurt because I could tell things weren’t right/the same… in fact, that’s a poem I need to work on haha



An amalgam of broken pieces

Shoved and glued back together.

It’s not quite right

Something’s off.

All cracks and crevices

And missing bits…


But this is no tragedy.



Has more surface area for love.

More room to connect

Fluent in empathy

A master of compassion

So much taken.

So much more to give.



A humble soul

Resilient and vulnerable

Present and feeling

Scarred and lovely

A treasure not to look at,

But instead one to see.






To all of the people I’ve taken the time to look at, but never really saw.

The Chasm

There’s this chasm

Right down the middle

Of the human experience.

We are



Delicacy and ferocity.

Pride and humility.

Intelligence and ignorance.

All encased

Within a meaningless shell

The divide,

It makes us vulnerable.

The divide,

It makes us strong.

Beautiful creatures,

We are.

…and ugly, too.

Fascinatingly mundane.

Collectively unique.