Poetry & Art

pills in the pocket

a letter in the other

a premonition of death

about a girl with a bag in the back door

or was it her sister who the neighbor saw?

Sits a girl, all alone,

Watching the world go on, on the other side.

The ravine is dark, wide, gaping;

One cannot see the bottom — one wonders if there even is a bottom.

From across the great ravine, the girl sits,

All alone,

And with every sunrise,

And with every sunset,

She contemplates jumping into the ravine,

Letting the darkness swallow her into

Sweet oblivion.

For sitting all alone at the edge of the ravine,

Disconnected from the world across on the other side,

Really is no different from sleeping forever

In the unfathomable darkness of the ravine.

A man

Such a simple concept
Burned into our minds from birth
What a man should be
smart, confident, resilient.
handsome, chivalrous, in control.
So many things that just aren’t me.
Men are smart, my grades say no
Men are confident, I’m shyer than anyone
Men are resilient, I break at the drop of a straw
Men are handsome, I am ugly
Men are chivalrous, I’m a douche
Men are in control, I’ve lost that long ago
What a man isn’t, that’s been told too
And again, the opposite is what I do
Men don’t cut. My arms beg to differ
Men don’t cry. My eyes must deceive me
Men don’t hurt or so they say
I try to hide it away
Push it […]