My bones are young. They know this land. They were created, formed, and tendered in this land, but my blood. She is ancient. My blood speaks of my ancestors. She cries out from injustice. From pain and suffering. Her strength is unmeasured. My blood demands justice. Her power building, supported by my mothers and my grandmothers. We will not let you destroy us.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
I wanted to write but poetry doesn't flow through me like it used to. It sits in stagnation. Just like the rest of me. We sit together with nowhere to go.
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 6:54 PM UTC
I am tired, but it’s a special kind of tired that seeps into the bones.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
My addiction to online shopping stems from the very simple idea that I have something I’m waiting for so I can’t **** my self yet. So I rather be broke than dead, but throughout the wait I beat myself ****** Count the hairs on my head. Wishing for some kind of release. Receiving my package just to do it all over again.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
I’m hugging you like I’m reaching out of this ocean I’m drowning in. I’m gasping for air with each tug of your body. Closer. I need you closer. Engulfed in you. I need to breathe you to survive. To **** it all in and then in the end let it all out.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
It is time to let go the pain and fly. It’s time to surrender the hurt. Time to show the world what love looks like. Let words flow from you like the nimble dance of the tiniest ballerina. Words of kindness and compassion. It’s time.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
I've come to terms that words can not heal me. Not alone. Actions must proceed these sweet nothings. Love must fill the empty spots of broken promises. For with out backing these words are nothing and will forever remain nothing.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
For the first time in a long time I cried over spilt milk. I wept over the little things. But the thing is that these little things combine with others and that becomes your life. And it seems that the little things hurt the most and the pain that seems to be perpetually hovering ready to spring up is the cycle that I'm doomed in for eternity.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
You ask me to touch you and I do. We trace every curve of each other's body, but when we are done you tell me that it shouldn't happen again. You say you love me and I love you, but every time you deny what we've done you break a little part of me.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
Empty... maybe we all are meant to feel like a jar of jam. The good kind. The kind that everybody takes from until it's empty. Till there is no more to give.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC