Category Archives: self love

Mental illness is like your shitty college roommate.

It kind of does whatever the fuck it wants whenever the fuck it wants. It speaks as loudly as it wishes, whenever it wishes. It keeps going on and on well after your bed time & after you asked it politely to stop. It ate your cereal again. (Oops.) When was the last time itContinue reading “Mental illness is like your shitty college roommate.”

This week, my body releases less-

less Christmas light, less cotton candy chemicals, less whatever science calls the shit makes me smile an hour wide for two weeks until there is nothing but now. There is nothing now, my lips, a tightrope, so good at their job- they never bow. This is my personal science. It doesn’t feel good so IContinue reading “This week, my body releases less-“

This is how we human:

I. build homes of others until we realize how this does not serve us. II. construct shaky foundations born out of a lack of survival skills. III. forget to forgive ourselves for not learning the aforementioned survival skills sooner. IV. learn that roofs above our own heads come first. V. forgive and get on withContinue reading “This is how we human:”

Are you bored?

Do you wish you looked more like how you do in your dreams or how you did in your childhood visions of your full-grown self? Do you need someone to hear your thoughts and smile at them from time to time so that you know you’re a real boy? Boy, do I have something forContinue reading “Are you bored?”

There will be times where your gentle does not make sense to them.

Be soft anyways. When they don’t see you as Phoenix, when they just see you as ash, when your tears are floodgates you wish you would’ve learned how to operate ages ago and you can’t stop spitting “I’m sorry”s like sunflower seed shells. There will be entire decades that you apologize for yourself for aContinue reading “There will be times where your gentle does not make sense to them.”

So I heard that poets are attention seeking: 

Of freaking course I’m attention seeking. I exist, don’t I? Sometimes I need reminders I exist, don’t I? Look, I’m not mirage nor magician but I sure am real great at disappearing. At moving in minimize- at speaking in silence, in cemetery because I long ago buried my voice every time my mother spoke overContinue reading “So I heard that poets are attention seeking: “

today i am grateful to have a skeleton

that feels brave enough to speak up to me when i am treating it unkindly and thankful that i am privileged enough to answer his call. today i am working through a thesis about building structures to support my students with heavy hands that feel hot gravel graced each time i click clack a letterContinue reading “today i am grateful to have a skeleton”

you can’t leave a mirror

the first time you really see your reflection realness, alive in awe and echo and everything you are. you can’t fly away from a fire that flies you forward like fruit flies towards tangerine you are light like love that kaleidoscope kisses you kindly and kicks you kindly like a kite in a climate itContinue reading “you can’t leave a mirror”