The Literary Trope I Never Loved

An ambiance of witty jokes and sarcastic banter Of obscure pop culture references, Classic novels to unknown authors, And movies directed by old skinny white men Who wears the word “genius” like a badge, Nothing is slow, everything is spinning A montage of sepia-toned laughter And shots of coffee, vodka, and cigarettes Fits into one …

I am Not a Love Poet

I was never a love poet most of my love poems suck I try to write about heartbeats, blushing, and weakening knees but I stop in the middle of a verse I stare at what I have written unsatisfied by my own clichés How can I write about love when it’s too overwhelming I have …

Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President, I hear sirens every night They are like lullabies To sleep away the nightmares, To escape the monsters lurking, Only because I’m safe inside Meanwhile, those who have no homes Feet connected to the streets Found safe haven on the concrete Are running from men in uniforms To haul them into a …

To Whom It May Concern

I never know where to start Because once I try to speak The words get lost in my train of thought Afraid to make its way back to me So I sit there quietly Trying my best to say something -anything really But I start to see flashes Of what he did to me Now …

Dear Kenneth, I Love You

Our first conversation was through text We were sitting in the same room Without the “will he or will he not reply” anxiety I was talking while you were typing Because you were unable to speak You were sweet but kind of impulsive You met me out of recommendation After a wisdom tooth extraction For …

Hold My Hope | Poetry

These stars have died, bloodshed Lights sparkling on the other side Hold the hand of the lost Hold the hand of the condemned These self-called saints Wreak hell in the streets (Knock on doors) Hold the hand of the never was Hold the hand of the never were Thousands have died For misinterpreted sins (Fall …

Obscure Loneliness | Poetry | Dear Juliet

I lay there Hearing echoes from other rooms, dishes on the kitchen sink, and the building’s faulty pipes. I lay there With a willingness to move But no strength to So I wait For what? Anything really. My mind decides to rest slowly drifting away from the sound, my bed, and this head I lay …

Black Mirror Relationship

I know the type They only make pop-up promises We light up like our screens They believe we’re too scared To take a chance and become Something more than digital They prey on those who want love They tweet and post poetic statements, Nicholas Sparks quotes, And unknown Tumblr sources They prey on those who …