The Suicide Pact
The path to healing has plateaus more than valleys & troughs. This is a suicide pact with my life as a writer.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
The path to healing has plateaus more than valleys & troughs. This is a suicide pact with my life as a writer.
The first time time I read ‘The Last Chance Saloon’, I didn’t like what it did to me. Which is not to say that I didn’t like it.
This is something I wrote at one of Rochelle’s workshops. I haven’t edited it too much and I might consider performing it. Then again, once I put it out there, I might not need to anymore. This is a delayed poem for the April 2015 A to Z Challenge. ~O~O~O~O~O~ Four…
I was going to slack off on C which is the real letter of today’s April A to Z Challenge. But then I read this and it pushed me to write what I did. Not even a tenth as good but it is poetry. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I stopped at 16It was time to leave…
It’s been hard surviving other people’s depression & betrayals. March brought an end to all of that. It was a month of endings.
Passive Aggression did that.
BBC India filmed a documentary about the 2012 Jyoti Singh (Nirbhaya) gangrape. The Indian government banned it. #IndiasDaughter
At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
Happy anniversary, lover.Happy anniversary, liar.
Your voice still terrifies me. If anger were energy, you’re a nuclear reactor. But I only saw the gravity, I only heard the pain, I only felt your fear. And inside your head, for you, I became everything I could see. No wonder you hate me. Now, every now and…