dubbleaa's words

You were the light of lights extinguished by depression’s merciless grip.

They kept asking me, ‘What does the poem mean? What does the poem mean?’ And it was frustrating me because poems don’t mean. They suggest. They enact. They provoke.

Being Married

is it called “aftermath”  because  at the end  of this intense, chaotic equation  - some call it “life”  you’re left confused, baffled  you’re left feeling  like you’ve got it all wrong.

a part of you dies  when you realize  frosting in a jar  tastes…cheap.

Sleep…it’s for people who can’t write poetry

the battle is just today,  (you tell yourself).  but, it’s not.  there’s tomorrow and the next day  and the day after that  you know that one morning when you wake up and you think  everything is going to be great!  i can FEEL it.  today is going to be just perfect.  WRONG.  sometimes, that moment when the tips of your toes touch the floor,  poof!  that bubble of happy is G-O-N-E.  another battle.  another string of unexpected disasters  to either avert or endure.  at some point,  you have to ask yourself  what is it I’m supposed to master  with this endless string of futile chaos?

“today (and everyday)”

i believe in hope and the hope God brings he said, nodding fingers stretched around cold aluminum

i said it would be a simple poem i said it would be short and sweet and then i wrote the first line and then it took on a mind of its own.