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Words from Wounds
Complex Trauma Poetry


Finding Hope in a World That Isn't
Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine a world like the one described in the poem below. A world that’s soft around the edges. Where no...
2 days ago3 min read


Happy 90th, You Old Butthead: Laughing with Grandpa
Ninety years of wisdom? Pfft—more like ninety years of nonsense You’ve survived wars, heartbreak, taxes …and somehow, me You’ve got more...
Jul 72 min read


If SNL Ran the World (And Honestly, Maybe it Should)
Lately, life has felt like one long series of emotionally heavy blog posts. I’ve been sharing deeply personal, triggering stories—because...
Jul 62 min read


Why I Write and Share
I have a wound in my soul… but I found healing in poetry. Have you ever heard the phrase, “The only way out is through”? It used to sound...
Jul 53 min read


Sickadess Disease: A Diagnosis We’re All Feeling
I caught a case of Sickadess Disease From folks who chew with mouths full of sleaze It’s spread by greed, and prideful coughs And people...
Jun 212 min read


🍕 "The Swole and the Saucy" 🥤: A Rest Day From Real Life
In a blender far away, not too long ago Lived a jacked protein shake named Wheymond McBro He flexed in the fridge by the almond milk jug...
Jun 93 min read


Grieving the Love I Lost — Because I Pushed It Away
I can still feel you in my heart Even though we are apart I can go back to when we were happy When we cuddled, talked, and laughed But I...
May 213 min read


Behind the Drafts: The Raw Truth of Healing, Trauma, and Growth
Poems spill everywhere— across my inbox across my hands across the quiet hours of the night Seven hundred fifty-six drafts each a flicker...
Apr 302 min read


The Prickly Truth About Rain
I'm obsessed with Cactuses. When I feel like I want a cigarette, which happens often still, (This was written on 08/25/2024- 535 days...
Apr 181 min read


Solitude, Rhythm, and the Art of Being Myself
There isn't a single person on this Earth I trust enough to share my whole self with. Maybe one. An aunt of mine. But that's about it....
Apr 172 min read


I Am a Time Traveler
Music isn't just rhythm or a catchy beat to me. It's breath. It's life. It’s something far deeper than just a song you like—it’s a vessel...
Apr 92 min read


The Brave Little Toaster
There once was a lamp and a toaster Who decided to make a bold boast-er The toaster said, “I can make bread all golden While you just...
Apr 22 min read
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