I'd rather live a lifetime alone,
because being a woman is so vulnerable.
We fragile flowers with beautiful petals
that everyone wants to pluck
it doesn't matter what the flower says
if their mind is already made up.
I could never trust another man
and god knows, I don't want to.
When all they've ever done is take from me
but for some reason, never you.
You took me by the hand
and asked me if it was okay,
you put me in the light
and for the first time I felt safe.
But, I did what I do best,
I went and I pushed you away,
so I'd rather live a lifetime alone.
because I can't trust a predator as prey.

loving him felt like listening to a song I never would know the lyrics to.

Last night I arrived
moon-eyed
and silent,
invading you
with my stone
heavy feet,
and a face
drawn tight
like a dark star.

I covered you
in a smothering
blanket
of earth,
and sat
upon your chest
like an elephant,
weighing
you
down
with silence.

Then a night prolonged
began
its labor
of hands,
carving
into stone
your quiet tomb,
and
the universe
closed
its mouth
and spoke no more.

Then you heard
the most
frightful sound
of nothing:
no cars,
no music,
no laughter,
no nights,
inspired by fights:
just an immense wall
of silence
blooming
like
an ever widening
stain
of spilled wine.

If you could
pluck
out your eyes
tonight,
you'd be a starfish:
silent
and submerged,
blind
and waiting

for a strange hand
to lift you
up
and pull you
into
sound.

My girl *****'d up on a Friday. Thor's day has been garbage night on my block for a while (thanks for the reminder) dawn breaks on through, hoppin' mad through looking glass and where the sky meets the lake, so blue, what're lies, n what be true, really the answer is tween me n u

So many times.
I have felt like ending it all.
But the wonderful chaos.
Compels me right back.
To go for another round.
Life is indeed addictive.
Why then after everything.
Do I want to still live on.

Is that you
Calling me from
Unknown numbers

Or am I dreaming

you gave me a word to hold onto
it got me through the night
felt nice for a while
but we both know this isn't right
keeping your distance is a crime
I know this by the hurt in my chest
someone's placed you here in front of
me as a torturing test
you've put a gun to my head and I'm asking to die
for the sake of being dead
what I would do for you to crawl out of her
and into my bed

if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

On a ferry
It feels so lovely and calm
Gently rocks like it will take forever
But before you know it you are asleep
And the tour guide is waking you to get off the ferry

Marie, que je sers en trop cruel destin,
Quand d'un baiser d'amour votre bouche me baise,
Je suis tout éperdu, tant le coeur me bat d'aise.
Entre vos doux baisers puissé-je prendre fin !


Il sort de votre bouche un doux flair, qui le thym,
Le jasmin et l'oeillet, la framboise et la fraise
Surpasse de douceur, tant une douce braise
Vient de la bouche au coeur par un nouveau chemin.


Il sort de votre sein une odoreuse haleine
(Je meurs en y pensant) de parfum toute pleine,
Digne d'aller au ciel embaumer Jupiter.


Mais quand toute mon âme en plaisir se consomme
Mourant dessus vos yeux, lors pour me dépiter
Vous fuyez de mon col, pour baiser un jeune homme.

His tall stature,
unflinching smiles
and assuring glances,

Wrapped around my soul
like a warm blanket,
Hugs that healed the wounds,
rare and intimate.

The father figure led me out
of cold barrenness
to eternal life.

Wrap me up in your words
Bury me in the warmth of you
Until I’m left with your scent for days
As I fall in love with you all over again

Sometimes
the best thing about being young
is things can still seem incredibly romantic.

Sentiments wrapped in sweetness
that have me gazing at stars,
checking the clock for 11:11 to send up a wish.

Some part of me,
only a fraction by now,
still believes that there's magic in the world
and maybe two people
can be made for each other in some capacity.
maybe happy endings do happen.

I was pretty sure
that the world was just going to keep spinning
the same way it always had
and that I was wrong
for wanting to throw it off it's natural course
but then you called me yours
and I found myself slipping.

Maybe,
my 11:11 wish for happiness,
my sentiments of sweetness,
my dreams of what could be,
would throw off someone else's orbit
but they fit perfectly in line with yours.
and so I cling to the moments
we gaze at the same sky

Because the best part about being older
is you know not everything is romantic
but sometimes they are
and that makes me believe in something.

feral hearts
lost in the wilderness
where once there was
there is no more

I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.

Icarus flew high
eyes closed with a dancing soul
wings freed from body
the sun relented
embracing his essence
tucked deep inside a motherly core
a cozy womb for a lifetime's dream to rest

It's made of freight trains and monsters
And runs on alcohol in the night
I beg sunlight to burn it alive
But this mechanism will not die

I cry for him
I wouldn’t dare lough for him
I crave him
I wouldn’t dare  sing for him
I dance for him
I wouldn’t dare  get on  my knees every night
And worship him like the
God he
Is

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

If I die young, do not mourn me.
Throw me a party
Wear bright colours to my funeral,
Make it a festival.
The world was dark enough,
Make my exit bright.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

its never-ending torture.

you're in my dreams at night,
you've taken over my thoughts during the day,
i cant get a break.

but, maybe i dont want to
maybe, secretly, i like it.

maybe, just maybe,
im looking forward to it,
this never-ending torture.

it might not be so bad.

Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the Thinkers
The Quiet Ones are the Dreamers
They’re the heart seekers, thrill lovers, and love givers
They’re the heart breakers, story makers, and life changers
The best heroes, the worst villains, the most notorious saints and sinners
Their hearts and minds are largest of all (But they’ll never control them)

Beware the Quiet Ones, because it’s Always the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones will always listen, even when you won’t do the same
They’ll break your comfort zone, just to make you comfortable
They’ll never ask for favors or a shoulder to cry on
But they will always be there, hanging on every word and tear
They’ll sell their souls to save yours, sacrifice their minds to break yours
They’re the strongest, and the most broken.

The Quiet Ones don’t like to harm you, because they know too well how it feels... but don’t you hurt them.
They’ll always forgive and never forget, and they know how to aim for the heart
All they know is the past, and vengeance is their greatest weapon.
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones.
Whether the key to your heart or your greatest fear? The Quiet Ones will find it – Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the first to stand up, and the last to point the finger
They’ll stand up for anything, because they have nothing to lose.
They are the champions of love and hate, and if you hate to love them, or love to hate them?
That was their plan all along.
Your deepest plots or darkest secrets? The Quiet Ones knew all along. They’re four steps ahead of you – Beware the Quiet Ones.

They’ll never put you down, but believe they know how, because the Quiet Ones see EVERYTHING
They know what you did, they heard what you said - they were there
Their depth knows no end, yet they’re so empty inside

Their curses bring power, their strengths bring weaknesses
They’ll control you, even when they can’t control themselves
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones

Beware the Quiet Ones.

She cried diamonds.

They ran down her cheeks in rivets.

Glistening under the moonlight, she cried diamonds.

They pooled at the bottom.

Looking at the mirror, she cried diamonds.

They fell, echoing in the silence.

She fell with them.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.