C.H. Dawn is a zillenial writer, mainly of poetry, and multi-media artist.
today, inhale, everything that has felt expected of you and exhale knowing that you don’t have to be anything if you don’t want
By C.H. Dawnabout a year ago in Poets
The Greatest Country in the World™© is burning. The Greatest Country in the World™© is freezing. The Greatest Country in the World™©
How Sweet it is, to let Life Breathe.
By C.H. Dawn3 years ago in Poets
the larger the ability to effect change, to do good the larger the ability to create chaos, A K A bad. How do you balance
By C.H. Dawn5 years ago in Poets
When I write, I write to the women in the bathroom I will never meet. I know them only by their shoes, and they know me
there are poems I have written that will never stain the internet, never breathe air or see sun. they are.. too personal, too much
do you ever stare at a black hat on a wall in the dark and wonder if it’s somehow transformed? a hole to crawl into & escape
the world has been watching US, we have been watching us. and now we have Representation. Diversity. Hope. The Work is
You saw the writer in me before I did said “here you go, I think you’d be good at this” and handed me a notebook full of blank prompts,
finally got some sleep last night because I finally gave into the anxiety and finally fed it the purple it was after— not to read: gave up; to read: didn’t spiral as big.
I need to start leaving things when I know I should, instead of letting Them leave me in pieces. They don’t get to define
before you I didn’t make the bed. I left the sheets open. Vulnerable, for all to see. But we started waking up together, and I started
