On sadness and grief

Isolation is a crevice in my head, where my thoughts like to dwell and dawdle when grief seeps. Grief seeps, it doesn’t pour. It does not pour like the rain- heavy and dark, then clear and clean when the sun moves out. It seeps slow, smooth and soft. It fills in like the kind of…

Constant, continous cycles

You know what's it like to walk in a circle? Yeah, you start at one point and then you walk and walk and come to the same place again. But what if the circle is too huge? What if you never knew it was a circle because it was so large, its ends didn't curve…

i am.

hurtful words. avoiding glances. silent tension. biting back. lumping throat. heavy sighs. tired eyes. futile attempts. beaten will. lost desire. broken breath. trailing tears. empty insides. hollowed hopes... conflict, intolerance, hate, anger, distrust, pretense... i am defeated.    my head screams into the pages of my diary-smeared and marked in forced, forceful lines of graphite. my…