Loving a Suicidal Writer

*I wrote this poem after reading an article about James Baldwin and his struggle with suicidal ideation* If I ask you to martyr me within your pages, blank and crisp, like unvarnished potential, don’t let your memory of me fade away like forgotten, abandoned childhood dreams. Don’t listen to my …

The Art of Sexual Grooming

Step 1: Befriend someone and study her like scientists examine microscopic organisms beneath the ocean’s surface. Learn her likes, dislikes, if she hates her parents and why. Step 2: After learning that she’s a loner looking for simple companionship, start eroding her carefully constructed walls, break down bricks with warm …

For Friendships that Lasted Too Long

Once in a blue moon, when everything changes, you’ll look back on the conversations we had and laugh at inside jokes from a thousand forevers ago. When everything changes, as it must, for that is nature’s way, I hope you’ll still find joy in reading Shakespeare before bedtime, shrouded by …

On Holding Back Tears

Somewhere, there is someone with tears that attempt to be kept from falling. Maybe a graduation or funeral is the place, or perhaps a bride on her wedding day. Somewhere, some lone stranger will sniff and look away, like a criminal caught in the act of a most heinous crime, …

Diagnosis 2005

When your neurologist tells you, at 14, that you have cerebral palsy, thank her for giving you the long-awaited answer to the problem you couldn’t name. When you later realize that the diagnosis came 13 years too late, do not spend all of your sixth period advanced algebra math class …

Nerd!: A Childhood Trauma or The Weight of Loneliness

“You’re such a teacher’s pet! What’s with your hands? Are you retarded or something?” It’s taken me a long time to realize just how traumatizing it all was. That I was ridiculed both for being different and intelligent. One of these things I couldn’t control. I wanted so badly to …

Just a Number (A Tribute to UCF)

Everywhere I go, a multitude of students surrounds me in an ocean of academic chaos. I observe them in silence. Some are consistently obnoxious, like an alarm that goes off at six that tempts me to smash it with aggressive fists. Some scurry along, while others choose to saunter to …