Excerpt From the Book I’ll Never Write

I’ve started to go to therapy; I’m in tenth grade and I’m severely depressed—not clinically depressed, the kind of depression that is full and gives the full spectrum of the romanticized version of it all. I guess I longed to be a tortured artist, and a starving heart, and at long last I saw it …

A Lover I Never Got the Chance to Love

As if in some dream in which I fell into, Either by sleep or some potion, I found myself immersed in conversation Nearly mouthing her words, and, If not, then finishing her thoughts for her. Submerged in her consciousness; Conscious of our hearts beating in sync I felt the weight of the day lifted, As …

Suburban Discomfort

The house slowly began to fall apart, as my father limped around the house —and my mother’s poor, forsaken heart started to burst. The children were witnesses —I was witness to it. I had seen firsthand the misery and commiseration associated with family disintegration. The marriage eroded away like the beaches of dreams that have …

A Tired a Sleep Can’t Fix

The mind is a blank page, so white and pure that blood would excite its freshness. I have the opportunity to get drunk, but it's far too late. I thought perhaps I'll drink tomorrow; perhaps, I won't drink again. I don't want to drink away the part of the day that I can't sleep away. Maybe in …

Plasticity

  Hardened like stone After being forever stoned Groaned And gritted my teeth In disbelief; The brain Had refrained From thinking, But can it be retrained After going insane? To sustain The shining mind Abstain to Maintain The production Of flashing, sparkling words – Once lost it all Hardened like granite Trapped like a cretin …

Lonely As the Night

lonely as the night enveloped in black a symphony of sadness on this Saturday night of loneliness   the cold crept back into my life again   like the dainty flowers between the cracks in the concrete   have you ever lost something that slipped between your fingers?   I have   everything slipped between …