it’s like Lora Mathis has built a home for her inside my head, and she knows exactly how I’m feeling and what I’m thinking and what hurts most and how many anxiety attacks I’ve been having lately. 

every single damn thing she writes is like a blade twisting inside the deepest and darkest spots of pain I have inside me ~ but it feels so good to be able to read about what I’m going through(because I can never fully express it on my own) in the words of a goddess; thank you!

wow, thank you!


Anonymous said: can i have a link to the students crying about their grades please? im on the mobile app and cant find it :( thank you!!

To The Student Crying About Their Grades


Anonymous said: Hi Lora! I've read "To the Student Crying about Their Grades" about 5 times but I failed a Chemistry test today with a C and I've just been hating myself, and being really horrible to myself all day. But, I re-found the poem and read it again and I just wanted to thank you so much. You've made me feel like I'm not a TOTAL failure.

Awwwwwwwwwww I’m so glad. You’re not a failure, not at all. Your grades don’t determine your self-worth. 

"I am using the candles on my
twenty-first birthday cake
to burn “grow up” into my knees.
I am in the front row at a show,
realizing that if I heard this song two years ago,
I would have thought about you.

Thinking about you takes effort now.
You no longer pour out when I open my mouth.
These days, if I want to bleed you out,
I have to grab a knife."
- The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You, Lora Mathis
Reworked this poem for the Fem Lit Mag. FULL POEM HERE


Lora Mathis

Girl 1 & 5


Lora Mathisa poem, march 2013.


Lora Mathis

a poem, march 2013.


Anonymous said: Have you published a book of your poetry because your poems are some of the best I've heard in a long time

Thank you so much! I have not yet, but I just completed a manuscript and will be releasing a 25-page chapbook by September 28th. Look out for it. I’m thinking about putting up a pre-order soon. (If anyone’s interested.) 



stop using “youre so much prettier than her” as a compliment stop putting all women in a contest that we did not sign up for

(via softrevzine)


I told you so

I am afraid of strange men walking slowly behind me
when I am on my way home.
So I pick up my pace
keep my keys in-between my fingers 
and think, left right left right
uppercut jab jab hook back kick 

I pull out my phone 
but I don’t know whose number to dial
My best friend? 
But what can they do, all those miles away?
But who would they blame?
My mom?
But wouldn’t she just say I told you so?
I told you not to walk back alone 
I told you not to choose dark shortcuts 
I told you so I told you so 

I try to talk myself calm
I repeat, would you stop walking so quickly?
Keep your knees from shaking 
and your fidgety fingers from pulling down your shorts
They are fine the length they are
And my God quit looking so nervous

I am afraid that someday
my mother will be right
and I will have to come home
or be found
with bruises on my knees 
and rips in my underwear
and listen to her hum
I told you so
I told you so

I told you so

now look at you

/ backwards