why do you never ask the real questions?

why do you never ask the real questions?

why does the “i” in family mean that i must be isolated; a lonely island of one, was i cursed to never truly fit in? emotions rage inside of me; i am my own tsunami. i wreck havoc, on myself, those around me-am i a monster? a staple black sheep, maybe, just maybe, they will [...]

so lonely

so lonely

do you ever feel so lonely that even crying seems pointless? why waste tears for an audience of one? what’s the point in wallowing in the depthless pool of loneliness when there is no one to save you from drowning? misery loves company but loneliness feeds on the numbness, the silence; the sheer noiselessness is [...]

forgotten

forgotten

forgotten; distilled air, we flowers know despair by another name, another face, another boy who tends to a garden of games. alcaldes to the winner; does it matter what I have to say? tragedy known by the look of indifference on your pretty face. why do you claim a piece of my heart, carrying it [...]

unrequited

unrequited

I was looking over some older poems and it is crazy how a writer's voice can change. I noticed a trend of my writing from last year. It was so dense with raw, angry emotions. A whirlwind of desire, confusion, and betrayal. In those moments, I felt like I was helpless to these emotions I [...]