It's just a little rain, It does not instil pain. So why not refrain, From these inane, Notions, That the rain, Equals the mundane? Or bane? Or the arcane? Or storms and hurricane? Or a wane? Or that the windowpane, Weeps? Oh, no; how inhumane? It needn't stain, Or drain, Our happiness. Enjoy the chain,… Continue reading “Welcome, Rain” – Poem
"How are you?" You ask "I'm just tired" I say. Again. Except, hidden in those words Is so much more pain. Something much deeper than "just tired" could ever be. Cuz I'm tired of being tired Tired of needless drama Tired of being in pain Tired of pretending to be stronger than I am Tired… Continue reading “I’m just tired” – Poem
I may go through life, A little unsure. But still I walk, I run, I soar. My hands might shake, And my body may burn. But with every move, Your respect I will earn. Because I'm powerful. Beautiful. A goddess unseen. There's no rules for me, I break them. My words, They may jumble. My… Continue reading “Don’t Underestimate Me” – Poem
There's no room to grow, Within these four walls. These hallowed halls, Ring too loudly Of the past. There's no room to breathe, Among these toxic fumes, That have been festering, For years, Within the minds Of my family. There's no room to heal, When the black clouds do grow, Casting a shadow… Continue reading “There’s No Room” – Poem
You don't know that character, From that classic book. You don't know about food, Or even how to cook. You don't know the countries, That sit on our maps. You don't know the runners, That run all those laps. You don't know what film That actor was in, Or ways to exercise And… Continue reading “You Know Nothing” – Poem
"Oh god, have you seen yourself, lately? You seem to have put on a little Weight." Wait? Have I? I didn't notice. "How could you not notice? It's in your face Your thighs Your belly And your ass." Now that you've told me, The fat enters my Mind. I'm fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. When did… Continue reading Lil Fat Girl – Poem
There are many men in this world, Yet my grandfather towers above the rest. Perhaps this is because he isn't of this world. Of course he isn't. How could he be? No other man in this world could ever, Even hold a candle to my grandfather. No hand is as kind as it extends towards… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Grandad.