Every opinion is a feast For a ready made Come and go audience Applause available No matter the wisdom And we’ve given our kids Hungry pockets They carry the world inside Connection… Feels less connected They confuse being seen For being known Being followed For being loved Being heard For being understood Being kind Kills…
There is a beautiful language That doesn’t need words It is written with heartbeats In our calm breaths In the laughter that echoes In the bone deep warmth Of a love that stays In a world that keeps turning Where clocks tick off the seconds Where people come and go But in the space between…
I have known heat that left marks The kind I reached for because For a moment the pain of fire Was louder than that of heartache But there is a different kind of heat The kind that heals us From the inside out An invisible blaze That doesn’t scorch the skin But warms the parts…
Years of healing has led to valuable insight about growth. Things I’ve been through I wish I could help other people through. Liquid streams of blurry salt Are coating every single syllable Salt shakers emptying on tables After everyone has long left Where ants make hills that glisten From leftover vowel’s discarded They are the…
A little over a decade ago my nervous system overloaded. It was powering a whole city and maxed itself out. Today though it is back online and more stable than it’s ever been. And I’ve found peace. It cost me though. Dreams died. People left. Hope stepped aside while healing became a full time effort…
A poem about long distance relationships
I’m bossy because I’ve been told that I am. I’m a narcissist because I’ve been told that I am. I am ugly, unkind, impatient, selfish, weak, overly emotional, irrational, and an ignorant liar. And those people are right. I have worn every one of those hats at some point in my life. I know how…
The words on the door said Only rule: Don’t sit with sinners And it was a room without chairs Just a room full of people Thousands pointing at each other Arms tired Fingers bloodied and raw Stitching scarlet letters Onto wrinkled, worried foreheads Everyone wore one None could read their own They called it justice…
Somewhere in the middle it stops making sense. The painting turns muddy. The story forgets where it was going. The project looks nothing like the vision that kept me tossing and turning at night. I think this is where I most feel like quitting. Not because I can’t do it but because it no longer…
POET BIO: Sophia has a daring heart. Anxious, full of dreams, and endlessly persistent. She watches as her fears circle the drain and then instead of following them she renews her hope and chasing the small opportunities in each day. She may look soft but she has a fierce determination to get out of her…
POET BIO: Claire is a very colorful person. To her living life in “full color” represents emotional richness, diversity, and authenticity. She may seem aloof but only because she gets lost inside the vibrancy of life all around her. Her mind moves like watercolor turning ordinary moments into art. She doesn’t just see color she…
Sometimes the news gets to me. I mean how could it not? I’m trying to hold onto joy but it’s like a slippery trout trying to jump from my hands into a frying pan. Some days I still wake up Inside the ache Of remembering Of something I’d promised I’d outgrow It sits on my…
Summer was born on the hottest day of the year in a field of weeds in the middle of a family reunion. She is like a weed in so many ways. She embodies growth, freedom, and colorful rebellion. She doesn’t wait for permission to belong she just grows into the spaces she wants to be…
POET BIO: Meet Camilla. She is deeply respectful of her heritage. She is the keeper of her roots and a collector of memories. She gathered the stories of strength from the generations before her and carries them each as a whisper in her heart. This respect for her culture is the grounding force that shapes…
POET BIO: Wilma was born in a garden under the soft amber light of the Harvest Moon. She believes everything we feel can be seen in the Earth’s rhythms. The rain reflects our tears, thunder echoes our rage, flowers bloom with our joy, and still water mirrors our peace. She is steady, nurturing, and quietly…
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