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Where I Come From
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I’m from a street where I hear gun shots or car tires screeching. I’m from faith in God. He doesn’t judge me. I’m from long line of people who care about me but are on my case 24/7. I’m from confusion about what’s good for me. I’m from laughter over people making me smile. I come from a blessed family. I’m from love, and...

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Like a Rose with Thorns
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When I go outside I see shades of gray. I wonder what I have to run from next. I see pollution killing everything around me ’cause no one cares about what happens. The flesh trying to flush itself, death trying to kill itself—in all this I try to see past the shades of gray, to focus on what I’m missing out on in life....

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When Death Comes Suddenly
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I run as far as I can Death follows me and looks Like something scary If it catches me It kills me If death comes it changes to everything When death comes I hear No sound I smell a gas smell I touch the last thing in the world The last thing in the world is a dog. –...

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Letter After a Time to Grandpa
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Here’s something i never told you while you were alive: How much I loved you; from the moon and back Many times, since you’ve been gone, I’ve though about Suicide because it felt like I was alone. With you I was happy. Here’s what’s new in my life… Hah, I don’t know. I started cutting. I tried to commit suicide. When I dream sometimes...

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Running
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When I was really little I ran away from monsters and demons. I was afraid of dying. At the time I ran toward my closet, the only door I could close in the house. I dreamed about getting captured by one because that’s what I thought about at night. When I got a little older I ran away from life. When I ran I...

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Disappearing Robot
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Unmoving, sitting still. Any movement, automatic and necessary. Alone, but gone, not there. Not there to be not alone. Gone. But still alone. But never. Always with myself. I wanna run away. From everyone. From me. Constantly reminded that I am who I am. Sometimes it’s like I wanna be sad, to have an excuse to be so pathetic. Excuses, I live by them. Most can’t or wont understand...

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