Writing Samples
new ideas gush out of me with ease
i’m a juicer
and the world keeps supplying me
with an endless supply of oranges
sustenance oozes out
easier than breathing
my eyelids flutter
through the stories i’ve written in my head
i’m
overflowing
with creative ideas
questions
talking points
art
and design
i am full of energy
i was made for this
days turn into night
sunshine
so bright and promising
now
red light masks
what could have been
sitting in my room wondering
how did i let this day
this night
escape from me?
DREAM #2
i was in a movie
i was dumping spaghetti into the ocean
and trying to pick it back up
i remember a group of dancers crowding around me
it was a sunny day
FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS
walk across skin colored sands
bury your feet in yesterday's glories
feast on tomorrow's promises
lick the wounds of memory
rub the eyes of perception
dance with illusion
apply the salve of promise
and kiss yourself tenderly
for all that could have been
and all that never will be
my feet are too small for this world
yet they tread not lightly
but at full force
stomping everywhere i go
pounding on every surface
like a mad drum
like the beat of my heart
pum pum
pum pum
pum pum
pum
i am a wild musical instrument
(for more reasons than one)
FOUND POEM 12/22
the floors don’t shake for me like they used to
the inches of space between us make all the difference
working for my parent's approval is a race with no end
all i hear is sirens
coffee, eggs, and bacon in my memories
my scream claps the wall and echoes through the air
i want to howl at the moon with you again
and swim in the reflection of the sky
floating because we’ve emptied ourselves
freed ourselves from the fears
we’re dried out
the cabinets are cleared away
and the salt is starting to creep in
slowly but inevitably
i want to bang my head to the beat
breaking necks but feeling free
i want to speak to strangers again
i want to roar
and feel the world breathe again
i am uneven like the pages of a used notebook
oozing with love and lessons
triumphs
and fear
HOW TO FIND BLISS:
soften deeper
into the yumminess of each moment
and allow yourself
to melt
into the energy that already exists
i am earth
earth is me
i am exactly where
i need to be
i breathe
into the texture
of trees
knowing
they’re an extension
of my soul
i cannot hear my heart
but i know she’s busy
keeping up with my head
I DREAMT
my hand was stuck in a pig's mouth
I’M MEANT TO BE WALKING BAREFOOT ON HOT PAVEMENT
i’m meant to be running
through grassy fields
laughing
i’m meant to be eating freshly picked
fruits and veggies
with my dirty sun kissed hands
i’m meant to be belly dancing near campfires
holding hands with those i love
bare bummed and shimmying
i’m meant to be skipping
swimming
sitting peacefully
and screaming into the abyss
i’m meant to be dipped head to toe in paint
laying on canvases
and playing with clay
i’m meant to be drinking tea in a forest
sitting on moss
with my feet in a river
and a crown on my head
i’m meant to be whispering
into the ears of others
& feeling heartbeat on heartbeat
as we explore this place called earth
i’m meant to be walking barefoot on hot pavement
in wonder & in awe
i’m meant to be drenched in glitter and sweat
moving until my feet hurt
then massaged back to life
i’m meant to be crying
and releasing
i’m meant to be uncomfortable -
for i know that’s where i grow
i’m meant to be part of something bigger
a community that cares
where my worth is not speculated
but it is renowned
i’m trailing syrup behind me like a slug
hoping someone will follow my tracks
instead of a path i leave a mess
i’m trying to pick up the pieces
but everything keeps slipping through my fingers
i’m drowning in the cracks
and my feet drag behind me
like cans on a car
with a sign “just married”
i smile at the poetry my brain births
i’m clawing at the surface
swimming towards the light
drowning in the dark
taking huge gulps of tar
hot and heavy
i’m stuck
to a surface i’ve never known
being pulled down further
and further
by my own command
the screaming is so loud
that if you were to place your ear
up to the silence
of my opened mouth
you’d hear it too
bellowing
beneath what you see
hands
stretching my skull
only to feel the walls cave in further
like silly putty
i’m stuck
melting in on myself
like an overused candle
that i light again and again
hoping for something new
something i’ve never seen
a new result
that is yet to come
but never does
INHERITED TRAUMA
when i was a young child
i’d have this repeating dream
over and over and over
and over again
always the same:
i'm playing with toys on the carpet
when a group of soldiers
with the same red symbol on their arm
come into my home
light a match
and light my house on fire
they take me with them
in a red convertible
towards the sunset
as i watch my house
and family
burn to ground
i’d wake up hot
and crying red hot tears
that seemed to spew
directly from the fire
i had witnessed
just moments ago