Poems from violistSeth
We were introduced to medication at seven and eleven.
My brother's first thought was to break open the capsule
To the sound of my parents...
Image: Les bons et les mauvais jours by Magnetic
My therapist says,"Tell me about the bad days."Fine, let's play two truths and a...
You get in trouble if you say it aloud
Or even think it in your head.
The “F” word has a thousand meanings
And none of them are dead.
It...
Image by Ted Pim
Daddy, why’s mommy crying? Daddy, why’s mommy locked in her room? Daddy, where’d mommy go?
“Mommy’s feeling sad today,...
Image: Picasso's The Old Guitarist
It isn't crying or sobbing.
There are no tissues with slice-of-life movies.
It isn't listening to sad...