put me between your teeth,
set fire to my soul.
i am naked underneath,
you are in control.
i taste like ash and tar,
an addict's take on dopamine.
nothing more than a cigar,
your own little nicotine.
Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022 at 12:00 PM UTC
_pick me_, i say
as your hands stray around my stem.
_pick me_, i urge
as your fists close around my being.
_pick me_, i ask
when you suddenly pause.
_pick me_, i scream
as you walk to the flower by the fence.
_pick me_, i cry
when i see you take her home.
_don't pick me_, i think
when i feel other fingers caress me.
_pick me_, i beg
the next time i see you.
_pick me_, and i swear
i will flourish and put all the other flowers to shame.
Jul 18, 2022
Jul 18, 2022 at 3:26 PM UTC
words can be numb,
they may cause you pain.
but the poet who writes them,
does not suffer in vain.
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 9:44 AM UTC
where does the poet go,
when everything is right?
where does the poet go,
when there are no words left to write?
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 2:01 PM UTC
sunny day,
oh, sunny day,
where have you been?
sunny day,
oh, sunny day,
won't you stay with me?
lend me your golden rays,
please spare me light.
illuminate my darker days,
and again make me bright.
sunny day,
oh, sunny day,
i'm so glad you're here.
sunny day,
oh, sunny day,
now you're mine, my dear.
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 5:13 PM UTC
*You were working weekdays and I was busy with school, so we made weekends our time.
We were inseparable, you and I. Two sides of the same coin. We would count down the days until Friday just because we could. We’d finally meet after five, horribly boring days and see each other face to face rather than via snapchat filters and goodnight-texts.
We would stay up all night just to get all the time we possibly could with each other. And when we finally would fall asleep it’d be entangled in each other’s arms, because not even sleep could do us apart.
We could drink ourselves silly if we wanted to, dancing in that god-awful apartment of yours that we both still loved and held so dearly.
Then, out of the blue, your feelings faded and the music stopped.
Now I drink wine on Wednesdays, forever left to wonder if you have a new girl in your apartment, doing our things on the weekends.*
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
*I write,
not with a keyboard or
even an old-fashioned typewriter;
but with a quill
dipped in my blood.
What a lovely shade crimson is,
against rice-white paper.*
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
*Fragile but never
broken;
the clinking sound
of a harsh touch.
The knocks grow louder,
the glass never breaks.
This Glass Girl is
at home in her cage.*
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
*It’s a strange world we live in, I ironically realised - as I was dying.
I’ve lived. I’ve had the fortune of feeling; emotions either caressing my heart or ripping it to shreds; emotions who have either consumed me or left me numb.
And I’ve left my mark on this world. I’ve met so many people; people who I have loved, and have loved me. People I’ve hated, and have hated me back. People I have noticed, but have never noticed me. People who have noticed me, but I have never noticed them. People I’ve known, lived and laughed with. People I’ve fought with, who have left me either breathless with happiness or full of rage.
I was here. I have lived. I have loved - and I have left.*
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
We've been warned of bad people
ever since we were little.
We've all learned that we shouldn't trust
a creepy man who offers candy if you'll only get into his truck.
But nobody's ever warned us of
The boys with dangerously glittering eyes,
who will pepper you with affection only to
put a bullet in your heart.
Nobody's ever warned us of
The girls wearing mean smirks like armour,
who will laugh at you when you walk by and
make you feel so insecure.
Nobody's ever warned us of
The wounds that were bound to open in our chests,
which won't disappear in an instant
if at all.
Nobody's ever warned us of
ourselves.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC