Lady Volcano 

I feel I am molten,

Lava bubbling and shifting just beneath my skin,

Waiting to erupt forth in a brilliant spectacle of despair,

And rebirth. 

My muscles can’t stay stagnant,

My blood courses with new vigor,

My body ready to awaken, 

And create something beautiful. 



Maybe you’re right. 

Maybe I let go too soon,

Tapped out when I should have stayed in,

Let things go when they got too tough,

Gave up,

Gave in. 

Maybe I am a coward, 

For leaving,

For tapping out,

For wanting to protect myself, 

For wanting to chase my own happiness,

Instead of feeling like I was stagnant and drowning. 

Thank you for calling me “coward”,

I’m going to prove you wrong. 


Everything about you is beautiful.

Your eyes, bright, but guarded,

And for good reason.

Your lips, withdrawn, curled in on themselves,

But soft enough to soothe the pain.

Things will take time,

But when you smile–

God, when you smile!–

And your eyes and your lips blossom,

Everything seems right. 


Grief is the price you pay for having joy,

If I smile today,

Will I grieve tomorrow?

If my heart is so full,

Will it shatter tomorrow?

If not tomorrow,

The next day,

Next year?


Maybe when I try and spread joy,

All I touch becomes grief.

If I’m aware of that,

Can I change it, 

Or will grief always be the price for joy?

In the Fridge

There is a dead woman’s food in the fridge, 

And it’s starting to stink.

There’s a dead woman’s food in the fridge,

But no one can bear to get rid of it, 

Either because it is the last part of her,

Or because no one has time.

There is a dead woman’s food in the fridge,

And like her,

It is rotting. 

An Ode to Coffee

You beautiful brown brew,

Instilled with bitterness and fire.

You stunning collection of sun and dirt,

Filling me with energy and light.

Without you,

I don’t think I could survive.

Thank you,

For letting me turn you,

into pages and pages of 


Same time tomorrow?