I think I lost you, Somewhere in the words. We laughed and joked, And said things that were up surd. I wondered if we were friends. Someone who could,  Understand. What I tried to convey, With a pen in my hand. Yes, I lost you. And I am ok. The...

There once was a paper and pen. Let’s start this from the beginning. And not the end. There once was a thought in my head. Not fully formed. Just an idea that bled. It grew into this thing. It had no real shape Just twists and turns Multiple...

Choking on words fighting to get out, Breathing in the weight of anger in constricted lungs, Trembling lips parted and teeth clenched wanting to shout, Arms tired from carrying what seems like tons. They don’t listen when I speak, So, I lost my voice. They...