(Not) A Poem (?)

I wish I could say this with more rhythm and rhyme, but when I write

I just vomit my feelings as poetry. Is that why you

Write so much?, someone asked.



That’s one of the side effects of

The psych meds I’ve been taking —

Lyricism and



Would you like to read my

Heart and guts spilled all over the table?

I’m not one of those

“Walking disasters” — I like to

Be disastrous while I

Float in the sky


Ah, my feet are tied

To the land… Twenty three, but the teen angst thing

Hasn’t stopped yet…




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