emotional health

When I Was Young

If I could tell that young girl anything, I would tell her that no matter what horrific obstacles life throws at her, no matter the lowest...

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FOR LEASE

Have you ever felt like your body was a commodity Maybe they just want what they think they deserve, Fuck everyone else had a piece of her...

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On Omniscience and Decay

It is excruciatingly painful to be self-aware – to know your own flaws to the see the morbid direction in which you are willingly walking...

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I Weep With Discovery

Is there one moment, one singular, clarifying flash out of the millions I’ve lived in this intricate, perplexing life when I realized I...

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The Reformation

I became a poet the night I didn’t die that long fuckin night smothered guilt suffocated shame unaccountable years pills and dead prayers...

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Someone Like Me

If you think having a role model and seeing people who are like you when you are growing up is not essential, you are wrong. The power of...

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This Started off as a Love Poem

Youth is you, O brother mine. Golden clock hands choose Angles, acute/obtuse Considering the dial, as does your smile. Sometimes it’s...

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To The Girl in The Mirror

It is like being skinned, like being slowly unguarded and left in a formidable puddle of my own dearth. I sit on a couch, a sofa, a...

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Shoeboxes in the Heart

There are alcoves in our hearts Hollowed and laying vacant, ours to fill Like boxes which new shoes once came in, Now housing old...

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I Quit, Bitches!

It is fucking impossible to work with Bethany. Instead of being a team player, she’s an ego-driven, self-serving, arrogant, superficial...

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The Teeterboard

Walking by the playground Where my son used to play On endless afternoons. Sliding. Bucket on his head. Pretending He was the Artful Dodger...

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Mama

I know you gave it all away Mama, I know this you don’t have to say it Mama, I know you wanted more, you left your past all by...

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Most Days

Most days I am not pretty- Too many things gone wrong to be pretty- Anything but pretty- I’m not a flower in your vase- I’m the one...

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A Letter to the Mistress, Who Invaded My Marriage

A little over a year ago, you inserted yourself into my world. I never had the opportunity to sit down with you face to face and have a...

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Rebirth

I peeled back the Earth I heard her scream in the hole I placed a seed the wound would heal I looked above, the sun will squeeze through...

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Chasing the Sun

Don’t look down at your feet The answers won’t magically appear On some tiny telephone screen with videos buzzing megabytes and...

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My Husband Doesn’t Want Another Baby

what kind of canyon is so deep it’s impossible to hit bottom how deep the fault line might go under earth armor, violence as naughty...

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I Am

Stunned into silence when I joined the ranks of the secret keepers, we speak with our eyes only, that is why my lashes linger, faintly...

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Who, you?

“Who, you!?” She exclaimed with a gasp, After I told her, I too, felt out of place Under watchful gazes in the tattoo parlor People...

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On Mental Health Awareness Month

Music sweet music, I wish I could caress, caress, caress, manic depression’s a frustrating mess. —Jimi Hendrix, Manic Depression Please...

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survivor

I never thought of myself as a survivor / just in the wrong place at the wrong time / don’t get in an elevator with someone who makes you...

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Her

A rare chance to leave work early, and pick my youngest child up afterschool. Parents I recognize only vaguely, cluster in the playground,...

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Zombie Nation

I have met too many friends and foes that say they don’t care about politics. They don’t care about equality, racism, mental...

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Scars

Proud muscle Battered and bruised A child, proud of strength And power That came with skinned knees and bruised shins Launching – Into...

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Fishes

I have always felt that humans were like the sea- the unfathomable girth of their chests as they inhale the decadence of their families,...

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Am I a Stuck Up Little Bitch?

I just learned I have a reputation as a recluse – a reputation I hate. It’s true, I’m easily intimidated by colleagues and...

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