Tag Archives: poets

Year after year you fed me dirt and called it chocolate I ate it greedily hoping maybe this time it was chocolate. It never was. And even though you’re gone for good, my stomach still aches every single day… ~ … Continue reading

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My First Poetry Performance

This is not a poem, this is a blog post. I wanted to reflect on my first performance.  I performed, “An Almost True Story About Emails” and “Depression”. I did not expect the words to set me on fire. What I … Continue reading

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Words

Spiderlike, I spin silver to catch feelings that taste like my image in mirrors.

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Gravity

This evening, those stars hanging in your eyes collapsed into black holes of irresistible gravity.

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Mermaids

Some call themselves mermaids, hopeful that they won’t drown in the blue sadness of humanity.

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Much Better

My heart was a seashell you threw against the the wall so each shard became a heroin needle you used to inject my veins with sweet venom launching me high as comets especially your candied lie that you knew me better than … Continue reading

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Cough

The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to. 

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Portrait

“The bed is an operating table where my dreams slice me to pieces” – Anne Sexton Below is Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng.

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Bottled Up

My bottled up  feelings for you ran out of ink.   

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Learn

I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille. 

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