Poetry Monday: Vanish

Have you ever been invisible?
But you still wanted to disappear?
How can you be more invisible?

It can be painful
Not being noticed
But it’s more painful
When they do notice
And don’t even care

I sometimes feel invisible
But it never feels like enough
All I want is to disappear

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Coffee & Contemplation: New Book and Other Mishaps

So, I messed up last week. I scheduled my Fiction Friday post for last Friday along with my Flashback Friday post. Fiction Friday should have been today. I’ve had a weird couple of months, and I’ve been extra busy. A mistake was bound to happen at some point. Despite this mishap, I’m looking towards the future. I have many things in the works, and I’d like to share some of those with you all.

This past Tuesday, I released a new book. I didn’t advertise this much. It was more of a personal achievement. The book is called Mushaburui: A Mental Health Journey. This is nonfiction and autobiographical. I spent two years writing for a couple of blogs along with my personal blog. These are personal stories of things I was thinking and feeling at the time. I decided to publish them all together. I may write more and publish those as well. I wanted to see how far I’ve come. This will help push me to continue moving forward.

I still have a long way to go on this journey and writing has helped. I also have another collection of poetry releasing in January titled Cats, Coffee, Catharsis. It’s available for pre-order on Amazon Kindle. I have more details about this as we get closer to the release date. I’m also using some poems from past collections for a show I’m putting on in January. As part of the Tucson Fringe Festival, my show “Men Are Garbage” will feature poems from the collection of the same name. This is also helping me on my mental health journey as many of the poems are about personal experiences.

The show is on Friday, January 10, 2020 at 7:30 at Studio ONE. Get more details and tickets from the Tucson Fringe Festival’s Online Store. I’m both nervous and excited about this as I’ve never read my poetry for that long with no one else on stage. It will be an interesting experience.

The new year has a lot in store for me. I hope it does for all of you too. I hope you all enjoy the remainder of the year. Stay safe out there.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: White Elephants in the Cider House & Closing Time for Steve

White Elephants in the Cider House

I’m against abortion
I’m against the death penalty
I’m against all killing
I won’t even squash a bug
But I can’t stop anyone
From having an abortion
Just like I can’t stop
Anyone from committing murder

The thought of having a child
Or aborting it is
A difficult decision
Not an easy choice; certainly
But if one decides
To do it
I want them 
To be safe

I knew a girl
Who had an abortion
When she was 16
She was young
Made a mistake
And had to
Make a tough choice
Altering the rest of her life

I knew a girl
Who decided to
Abort her child
When she was in college
She wasn’t ready for kids
And didn’t want to quit school
She’s dealing with post-traumatic stress
For killing her child

I knew a girl
Who got pregnant
By a married man
He forced her to abort
So no one would discover
He had been unfaithful
She did it because
She thought she loved him

I used to say abortion
Should be okay for rape victims
But I thought that child
Born under horrible circumstances
Could grow up and make
The world a better place
I will never take away someone’s
Right to make that choice

I will always advocate
Against abortion and
Any kind of killing
But if I know someone
Who makes that choice
I will stand beside them
And support them
With their difficult decision

Closing Time with Steve

The digital sign reads closed
And the automatic locks turn on
It’s 10 p.m. and the general store is closed
But Steve’s day isn’t done
He must count the receipts
And fix any errors before
Plugging in and sleeping for the night
The math is easy for a machine
But his battery doesn’t last
As long as it used to
He’ll have to call a repair bot
And have them tinker while he works
He can’t take time off
His fellow mechanoids need to shop

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.