i caught a glimpse
of your life
i was surprised
to see myself
in it
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
i like the smell of paper
i like the feel of ink
i like the formation of words
that show what i am thinking
my first poem was born
in 1996
when i was just a kid
i liked the smell of paper
i fell in love with it
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 10:25 AM UTC
you say,
you are not a ******
you say,
you come in peace
but this does not put me at ease.
because you are a man
tall,
dominant,
strong.
i am aware of your testosterone
lingering in your blood stream
like alcohol,
in a drunken girl.
unconscious,
while he feeds on her drunken body
like prey.
you say,
you are not a ******
you say,
you mean no harm
but i am a woman,
in a man's world
and you are a man,
in a rapist's world
so i hear yours words
and approach with caution.
Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 4:50 AM UTC
i am perfect at being imperfect
not so perfect at accepting it
i am perfect at being worth it
not so perfect at embracing it
perhaps there are imperfections in perfection
perhaps my perfection is a transaction
in self compassion
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 2:57 AM UTC
at first glance you looked perfect
now i know you are not
but who the f*ck,
is perfect?
we've all got history we're ashamed of
so let's both be imperfect
imperfectly in love
because even with your flaws
for me,
you are enough
you can judge me on my past
if you want
but i'm making a better future
because the future's all i've got
so you can crucify me
for my past mistakes
or have the grace,
to give me room to change.
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 2:35 AM UTC
what is it about,
west australian poets?
who hide in journals
where the paper smells,
personal
organic
safe.
what is it about,
women with poor eye sight?
who wear leggings
-instead of-
dresses
who can't help making messes
and sleep until three
because she needs more time to dream
what is about,
women like me?
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 2:22 AM UTC
holding up a peace sign
while dodging their land mines
studying the art
of how they fight
with a journal in my left
and a pen in my right
i'm naive enough to think that war could end
but wise enough to know
that there is no hope in pretense
so i'm holding up a peace sign
along with a journal bound in leather
aware that peace signs do not mean surrender
and folks like me,
we tend to fight forever.
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 2:09 AM UTC
i want to love you.
braid your hair and make cupcakes love
drive full speed to the mountains love
friendship before *** love
i want to love you like a unique tatoo
that only we know the meaning of.
i want to love you.
newborn fresh innocence love
give you half of my kidney love
break myself in two in order to catch you love
yeah,
i want to love you.
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 12:05 AM UTC
for once i would like someone
to love me just as much as i love them
for once i would like someone to be all in
what is it like to be chased?
instead of forever chasing
what is it like to be someone's everything?
for once i would like someone
to have a heart as full as mine
for once i want to be on someone's mind
for once i want the path to run both ways
always,
i am the one who loves
from an empty hallway
with nothing to say
besides love me,
love me
love me
love me,
back.
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 4:33 AM UTC
i cannot comprehend this
what makes sense is senseless
this senselessness is endless
so in the end i comprehend
enough to play pretend
but common sense tells me
that wars create sores
that are more or less forever
i cannot comprehend this letter
so i better carry on with this
senselessness which is endless
unless perhaps i end this my self
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 3:26 AM UTC