• Allure of the No

    I didn’t build a lighthouse on purpose
    Don’t start construction inside me
    Because I know you won’t
    Have the patience to understand
    The ecology of my mind
    To sit down
    To untangle my thoughts
    Thread by thread
    Dear you might end up dead
    It’s cold in here
    But only when you’re close
    I won’t even let you try
    Shut your ears
    Close your eyes
    Keep on drifting by

  • Girl, They Don’t Know Your Worth

    Girl, They Don’t Know Your Worth

    I promise you
    That it is getting better
    Imagine driving
    In LOVE
    And realize
    You are HAPPY
    And not only happy
    But straight BLESSED
    Whoever hurt you
    Is waking up today
    At the same time
    How much better it used to be
    When you were around
    Because GIRL
    You are the light
    The lavender fields
    And volcano sunsets
    That keep the rest of us going
    You are hope
    And don’t you waste ANY time
    Feeling sad about people
    Who are infested with demons
    Who are BLIND
    To your shine
    You helped them more than you know
    But now
    It’s time for you

    I was literally driving today on my way to teach yoga and realized that my present is so much better than my past. I was so happy that I felt bitter because of how I had allowed myself to be subjected to such low frequencies.

    I kept saying yes to the wrong people and getting tangled up in the wrong situations over and over again. Until I hit the lowest of the lows: the breaking point: the self intervention: the collapse into despair.

    It has been one year of processing through my own shit that was triggered, realizing that I am worth much more than the people around me were treating me as and saying NO over and over again because I am not going to take whatever I can get. I want the best of the best. And it has arrived.

    This poem was inspired by things people have said to me, things I’ve said to myself, and things I want to say to any woman whose worth has not been fully realized by the people around her.

    Stay blessed x

  • You Are A Tree, Not an Acorn

    Don’t forget
    That you are a tree
    Roots open across the earth
    Flowers sprouting along your limbs
    Skeleton thickening in the winters
    So why are you watching the acorns
    Burying themselves below
    Only just having the potential
    To grow
    The first break is
    A cloudy frozen scape
    But you wait for them
    To crack soil
    To force their way through
    Why do you pause for them
    The truth is that
    Even when they find their way up
    They will never catch up to you
    So look for the sun
    Keep growing
    You’ll meet another tree
    That blooms like you

  • Body To Corpse

    The following poem was inspired by a Serial Killer.

    I hack
    And slice and chop
    Like a kid
    Syrup sliding down my wrist
    Power sponged in the creases

    I tell them to stop dripping their tears
    On my cement floor
    And clawing for their life
    As I lure it away

    Time wavers
    Their eyes drip into clouds
    Nothing left inside

    The moment dissolves
    As I shiver
    With blood love

  • 86

    If I wait for you to call me I’ll never hear from you
    But when you’re here you’re too much
    And I pray for you to go away
    To leave
    To not exist

    This is hard
    Love is hard
    It makes you question whether this is even love
    Because its painful
    And you never get what you want

    I am sick
    So sick
    I am sick I am sick
    I want more
    But why can I not be happy with what I already have?
    Which is myself

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