my thumb runs along the thin line
between a thirty
and a thirty two
like the nonexistent pages in my textbook
a hundred percent out of reach
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
*i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.*
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
tied a knot too hard to unwrap
needed the string i stupendously wasted
my life, cloth untangled
separates into individuals
each a unique strand
where length differs
can’t hold together
as the waves crash harder
i fall apart without amends
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
turn off your lights
unplug your wire
let the energy out
so earth can slumber
stop digging into the skin
extracting its blood
burning all the innards
so we can see the flower buds
they say to me all is pointless
they turn to me pointing their fingers
they look down with condescending eyes
they say why don't you choose
to live better
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC