GirlWhoShivers

GirlWhoShivers Jun 2023

❗

blood
isnt
all
too
different
from
water

except
for
tastin
******
salty

GirlWhoShivers Mar 2020

& worthy

my consciousness thin
& my self-tattered skin
my floor-wrought chin
& my parasitic twin

my black book of sins
& my losses before wins
my thrashing limbs
& my tiniest of violins

what is this, emo poetry for dr. seuss?

GirlWhoShivers Mar 2020

virtuality

trail your cursor
now draw it near
pull the trigger
disappear
a soulmate of wire
and this suit of meat
together forever
binary heartbeat

three tabs forgotten
lost before the portal
my handle is forever
this old friend is immortal
digital shepherd, the digital sheep
counting the code for their lcd sleep

that with limbs could run
away
and those with souls aren't meant to stay
the only running she does
is for me,
my forever friend,
dot exe.
the web cannot perish,
the web cannot weep.

it simply one day
goes obsolete

GirlWhoShivers Mar 2019

facebook comments

I knew there was a reason why I thought of you whenever this song came on.

Here I am typing to you, imagining that you can respond.

i miss you

GirlWhoShivers Oct 2018

nameless

look at all these people
playing at life's game
i'd like to think i'm better
yet I am just the same -
writing a listless poem
this one without a name
a spew of nothingness
i hope sticks to your brain

no, i don't do this for me
this poem is for you
and perhaps if you felt the same
you'd be this way too.
writing poems while alone
feeding the human zoo
a mind ablank and empty
i'm just enjoying the view

GirlWhoShivers Jun 2018

class clown

hello reader, i'm trying too hard
as if you could grade me
for every thought I discard

here - please dissect my ramblings
into coherent readings
clumsily crafting my feelings,
i’m scrambling

mending my thoughts digestible for you
i just wanted a good poem,
but this afterthought
will do

similar to the class toad
sprawling my consciousness out
a beating heart
exposed

F-

GirlWhoShivers Mar 2018

memories

i found the puzzle that you crafted
tucked inside it's little box
with all the scattered pieces,
with all the scattered thoughts.

I fumble for every shard,
I recover them preciously,
bit by bit -
I place them gently, specially.
to expose the entire picture
i guess you're gone, it's true.
our memories run and flicker
I realize that it’s you.

god, it hurts to look at-
this unfinished mess of art
and to know you’ll never carve
another piece.
at least I have a beating heart.

do what you can with the time that you have. RIP Gauth, I'll love you forever.