when will the past.
be let back into the wild.
and i can finally roam.
the edges of the forest.
without fear.
of being dragged back in.
to be.
torn to shreds.
(the past is too strong).
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC
bursting at the seams,
thread pulled apart.
sewing needle tossed to the side.
overflow of butterflies.
once caterpillars,
now fluttering.
swooned mirrors,
no broken glass
of bad luck.
love poured from
crystal jugs,
all over my fragile body.
sea creatures swim
in my belly.
mountain tops dusted
with icing sugar.
* * *
i am so in love with you.
everyday you must know.
this is
how i feel when i am
with you.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
this is me.
purely beautiful.
all this time,
buried underneath,
heavy earth.
soil that dirtied
my soul.
mud of the old.
seeds planted.
blooming.
flowers and stems,
garden beds.
words spun from delicate petals,
shaped into what lies here.
. . .
me. finally. i am me.
(i have not known
who i actually am..
why i am here..
what is my purpose..?)
when you finally discover yourself,
you can only cry a mixture
of both salty and sweet tears,
sadness and true joy.
pure beauty,
a discovery of self.
makes every single horrid thing,
i went through,
worth it.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
kiss the lips
of the man
you love so
you would curl hands into fists
and fight for them
you would sit by their side
until they were better
you would hold them
for however long
they mourned
.
kiss the lips
of your man
who leaves you
flying
as they leave for work
soaring because
they love you so
.
kiss their lips
linger
feel
remember
never forget
he brings
you
peace
acceptance
protection
kiss their lips
hold
taste
---
i love you so
so so much
your lips
i remember
your taste is
my most favourite thing
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
i am good enough
despite never been told
i have always been
good
enough
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
the colour pink,
i become.
when your magnificent hands,
turn me into mush.
(after explosions).
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
do you center your life
around the dream
that a home could one day
be built
with two minds
.
do you center your life
around the desire
that the dark walls
and leather couch
could be ours
.
do you center your life
around the hope
that being singular could
still grant you these wishes
a single income
your foundation
to light your fantasies
.
to build a shell
your very own
even without
that someone else
.
in my wildest dreams
my home is full
of you and of me
.
coming together
an ecosystem
of our own making
.
i dream of us
our home
our things
everywhere
.
even if you left
i would still go forth
and build
.
build, build, build
until i could close
my door
sit in my house
.
even if that means
being all by myself
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
know you are extraordinary.
like you know the answer to
"what is your name?"
know it without a second thought.
harvest the crop,
of this truth.
ooze into this world,
your version of brilliance.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
sadness is the emotion
i am most comfortable with
i know sadness well
and it fits nicely
in all of the
little pockets
of my skeleton
swimming within
my vessels
blood churning sadness
throughout my body
droplets fall from
green eyes
the gates flooded
with liquid feelings
tears meet mascara
i sit, stand, love,
work, sleep, write
all
with
sadness
in every nook
my shadow
even in the night time
sadness,
i know you
so
well
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC