Written 2026. The house I spent most of my formative years in was a hodgepodge of sorts. I always made the joke that my siblings and I were in a “Lord of the Flies” situation but without the ending. After our mom died we lived in the house together and soon it became the third place for many of our friends. That house held so many good times and so much heartbreak. This is my ode to it.
Written 2026. I saw a memory I wasn’t expecting to while having a great time with friends. It takes a long time to get over something when you weren’t the one ready to leave. I know these memories won’t be so sharp but for now here’s this poem. #poetry #poem #spilledink
Written 2026. I’m trying to be kind in these trying times. But I’m exhausted from all the emotional labor, deception and dissapointment. Men have been the cornerstone of it all. Today I am angry and exhausted. I hope I’m not tomorrow. #poetry #words #spilledink #men #love
Written 2025. My two friends got married yesterday. They reminded me of the joyous parts of love. I wrote this at the end of the night watching the snow fall.
Written 2025. Despite the heartbreak and disappointment, there were always good moments with Louis. Scrubs was one of them. With its return so does those moments. This poem is about one of my favorite memories.
Written 2011/2025. Oh hey — a lot has happened, but I’m settling. Now I’m back. This one is unique — all of these are the original words just with some editing. When I sat down to write for the first time in weeks/months, this one is what I found first. A lesson I have learned in this 39th year: I would rather be lonely and alone than endure the heartbreak of disappointment.
Written 2011/2025. Kris wasn’t a great friend. In reality, we never were just friends. My unrequited love fueled him and he did a good job at convincing me that maybe one day something would happen. Like most of the men that have come in my life, he was just another coward wrapped in Adonis clothing. Looking back, what I thought was a lifelong friendship was just one out of convenience; a theme that continues today. I wrote this walking to class one day daydreaming of him — the bolded stanzas are the original poem, everything else was inspired from it. #poetry #poem #spilledink #words
Written 2010. My friendships are my most treasured possessions. The loss of a friend has broken my heart more than a romantic partner. I love my friends fiercely, loyal to them, and fight for them. When I feel capsized I think of you all and I’m righted again. I was thinking of you all one night and how much fun we had when I wrote this.
