pink cheeks and saccharine eyes
cover the briar roses
a flower escapes her lips,
but the thorns cut her throat
sweet, smart, and kind
the fairy godmothers say.
a rose for her, a kiss from him
on lips as pink as dawn.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC
I throw away the letters,
ponder the scene.
I drown in the numbers,
cry in the shower,
pluck at the pillows
and stare at the pictures.
I sit in my room
with no place to go,
rip apart the numbers,
sing in my soul.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
my desperation lies somewhere
between a pumpkin carriage and
glass slippers.
my truth is cinder ashes;
of feet too big or too small,
of a dress cinched so tight I
cannot breathe.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
tick tock goes a mind,
a mind so in love
tick tock goes the clock,
time rushing by.
tick tock,
nothing left
but a sad heart.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
they caught a glimpse of my heart,
broken, tore, shattered, stitched
trembling hands to hold up the sun,
heavy shoulders with pleading whispers
a burden too heavy,
and a glimpse at my heart.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
trying and sobbing and
crying
all to get better in a
perfectionist kind of world
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
He knocks on her door with
No more than a smile and
A few flowers.
She's wearing her blue summer dress,
The one she wore in
Hawaii weeks ago.
They take the car
To the ice cream shop,
A bright light on a dimly lit street.
And the girl and the boy
Eat mint chip and cookie dough
Together on the steps in the park.
He tells her, "I like your smile."
She says, "Thanks."
And the girl and the boy
Sit in the park together,
Crickets filling in the silence.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC
"i didn't mean to disappoint"
is her own sort of poem
it makes me sad and
makes me laugh together
she has disappointed;
cruel words and mean sneers,
hate under the compliments she gives
the emptiness and sadness of her lonely life,
the sneers i gave in return
makes it sad.
"i didn't mean to disappoint"
is her own sort of poem
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
sugar on her lips
a smile
sugar, sugar
she's the kind that
burns your throat if you eat
too much
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC