Mental health poems by yours truly.

Poetry, Writing

Depression Debris

WARNING: Suicidal Ideation. Why do I think of suicide when I see beautiful places? The salt of the ocean as I dive in the dark. Rocks tied...

Poetry, Writing

It takes one to know one

It takes one to hear the water running. To hear the muffled gags and feel your eyes water and the acid rise and your hands shake against...

Poetry, Writing

I feel it

I know the best kind of worrying. I rub the callouses on his hands. She sprays lavender on my pillow. She makes me soup and crumbles the...

Poetry, Writing


I don’t believe in….  horoscopes, but Leos are said to be loyal, and I was the best friend you ever had. God, but in Catechism I liked...