Poetry · Writing

bottom of the barrel

the bottom wasn’t the bottom

it never existed

it was just home,

the golden fish would tell stories

of a land bathed in light

kissed by soft air-

we huddled around her stories

of fulfilment and life,

we prayed to poseidon

to bring us;

bring us to the land of the free,

where goldy stayed-

away from the bottom.

the next day she was gone,

the we shuffled to an i

in silence.

Poetry · Writing

final exam

i failed you

an exam i missed

to hide away

to blow these streets

leavin’ our sheets

retail feats

knock me off my feet

fallin’

failin’.

your eyes are subtle reminders

that these ties were never crossed

left on eye level finders

and lossed-

one day i will forgive myself

just not on this calendar

circle a time

when the clocks hands are down

when i can see my own eyes

in your reflection

Poetry · Writing

getaway

i can’t stop the shaking,

the feeling of giving up

dropping everything

& start anew.

somewhere where no one knows

anything, where i can build,

somewhere quiet,

it won’t stop the shaking

it’ll be back the next day

maybe a month from now

but that time

sounds perfect