"The Cost of a Free Spirit" by Connor Kreger Allow me to offer you a cliché perspective, one that you’ve probably heard before and perhaps you can even relate to yourself. I’ve always thought that the main difference between my parents and myself is that I’m more of a “free spirit.” My parents are relatively … Continue reading Parental Dissonance IV
He asks the real questions wants my truth Nora warms my lap and purrs, mirrors my heart, And when he asks if I'm afraid of him I lie and say no. How could I not be afraid of a soul who refills that creative void that had been quietly chipping away at me? What sort … Continue reading Mr. Walker
For the longest time [or so it feels] I’ve been cooped up, afraid to leave my little space and room lest something uncomfortable or unfamiliar occurs. What a contrast to the person I used to be! Not even a year ago, I would jump at any excuse to go outside, to meet new people, experience … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season
Putting myself first was never meant to be a heartbreaking thing your blue eyes surrounded by red, trying to hold back the wave and it washed over me and I was devastated for you I wanted to kill whoever was hurting you whoever was making your face twist in pain I’d kill them, I swore … Continue reading A Monsoon for a Butterfly
I’m blessed I’m blessed I’m blessed I’m blessed - and here's why social media is awesome. In my little rut right now, bouts of sadness crushing my productivity and my chest This isn’t even sadness, it is anxiety about impending change and implemented change and about cutting my thick, long hair off about ending a … Continue reading A Reminder
So I’m sort of growing up a little. Not too much, but moving toward that process of becoming sort of possibly maybe independent? That is, leaving my parents’ home. This is super weird and both scary and thrilling. I’ve been keeping all these stressors on the back burner and writing angsty poetry instead, and letting … Continue reading Transitioning
Frantically trying to remember how To write These are hands? What are they for? They feel empty, unused Has it been __ months already? Intertwine and get tangled So it's hard to let go So we laugh and squeeze tighter So Let me recall how this feels Rough? Soft? Indifferent? Even a slight pressure makes … Continue reading Synonyms.