My flag was at half-mast today The port was closed The tides were gray   My eyes were shot My tongue was dry I heard the wail Of children cry   The roaring almost drowned...

  And what do you do when it all goes right? How am I meant to cope! When every part of the journey isn't a fight, And I don't have to lose all hope.   What if it all works...

I want to write of The things my mother told me Of beautiful things She said when she'd hold me I long to say "My mother told me" about this life we live But instead my mother taught...

Degraded by that D Grade Insane the way I’m defined by these grades On my tests and my papers   It’s a game that I play With my worth and the praise That I crave every day Like...

"I am right, and you are wrong." that's what I was always told. "You're a woman and not a man, You belong to the kitchen to make some jam." You may take my temperament as sass, and don't you...

“It’s just a cup of coffee.” I say as shudders of cognitive dissonance wrack my existence. Covid happened, heard about something happening in Gaza, and my girlfriend left me, so I drowned my sorrows...

Poetry is an important form of human and literary expression. Though not applicable to all areas of the topic, poetry is often an art of limitations. Haiku forces writers to become creative with syllables,...

π Pi. 3.14. 3.1459. 3.14159265358979. 3.14159265358979323846264338327… Alas, despite my best efforts, even I must fall into the same trap. The pain of Pi is apparent to me, and yet...

The aged wood creaked under my feet as I walked onto the porch. The fresh paint of the front walls was beautifully layered and mixed, below which lay termite dust and bird scat. I reached under the mat,...

I hold a different face for every person I meet. Smiles peel from sneers and earnestness sheds into timidity. I glide from person to person, none knowing the fangs I bare. If they do, it would be their...

Requiem (Petey) (pt.1) Christmas is here That time of the year For happiness and cheer Families full of smiles and laughter  How could they not  That Christmas magic is in the air Or at least...

Oh, how I loathed the heat. The days of February signaled the end of peace, at least for me. When layers gave way to skin, ice became sweat, and numbness grew to feeling. Humanity vaunts itself as...