Broken Compass

I go over the memory again and againUntil it's rubbed rawUntil it wells blood that dribbles down the edges of my defective mindIt's all unravelingIn place of the light that was the essence of meLies masterful spidersWebbing starless skies of bleak yellowThe room is sickeningAnd in it, the remaining real part of meDissolves to fearWhat's … Continue reading Broken Compass

French Award! (Cue the baguettes Srisha)

Hey Patients! Your exhausted boi is back (finally!). Since I'm too mentally drained to write a poem we're doing an award today which has been gifted to me by *awkward silence since I'm alone rn* SRISHA! Also known as cookie/baguette/ice-cream/brownie gurl. Want a goofy all over the place energetic person? Go to her website. You … Continue reading French Award! (Cue the baguettes Srisha)


Regulating my breaths with the turbulent waves,I let the sea take the salt out of my now dry eyesUnsure of when it happened,But a sticky musty smell of burning and decaySettled into my bonesThis wasn't a good week.-I find myself saying yet again-The tension is correlating with the constant contraction of my heavy lifelineAlong with … Continue reading Quiet