A Series on a Dusty Bookshelf

I could say I’m an open book But that’s a lie I’m more like a series Lined up in order on a dusty bookshelf The first book gives the reader general insight With twists and turns woven in later chapters I’m happy to lend the first book to anyone willing to read it Some people…

Eggs

We used to share mornings together Filling our brains with coffee And our mouths with eggs Watching the sun peer through the shades You stopped eating eggs And I stopped eating eggs because you stopped eating eggs Not on purpose But because I never liked making them for myself anyway I just liked to see…

Productivity

My clothes are hanging over the shower rod Waiting to be organized in my closet My dishes are sitting in the dishwasher Completely dried and ready to be stacked My carpet is blanketed in cat hair Asking to be vacuumed and uncovered And my hands are coated in colors For I have spent the whole…

ADHD

Remember what it was like to flip through channels And listen to an incomprehensible cacophony Until stumbling upon something that caught your eye for more than two seconds Before services like Netflix and Hulu made television programs immediately accessible That is what it feels like inside my head most days My body may be still…

I think of you

I want to read you lines from our favorite poetry And sing songs that make you feel safe Tell stories while you drift off to sleep And encourage you to dream as wild as you can I want to hold your hand when you are in need of comfort Trust your decision when it is…

Hometown

Born and raised far from The place I would call my comfort A stranger in my hometown Visiting from that concrete haven Only passing through These streets I memorized Get harder to walk On my last stroll I hope I’ll get lost And stray from the road Through over grown grass Maybe discover something new…

Antidepressants

I carry these pills Like the tin man’s oil can Constantly am I Reminded of my Rusty edges and hollow Disconsolate chest SWD 01/2018 Updated 06/2019

Dear Friend

Dear friend From time to time Like this starry night Your name still runs across my mind Though we have not spoken In what feels like forever I often daydream about us in the future Sitting at some old table With black coffee As bitter as the stories we’ll share of our hardships With years…

Mental Storm

If this mental storm should kill me Tell of my fight ’til the end How I waded in flood waters And bore the whipping winds How I sunk my roots in deep To stand my ground While sanity drown And my mind whirled around If this mental storm should kill me Tell of how I…