sprouts grow out my eyes,
renewed.
icicles freeze along my ribs,
numb.
waves roar against my palms,
gentle.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
once my fingers touched Hades
i knew he was mine
his thrown- was mine
little did he know
this feminine body
would soon
overpower him
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
that's how many people feel,
but if i'm not writing it
and you're not reading it
that doesn't mean i'm not feeling it.
and isn't this better?
that you know i'm choking?
would you rather me act content
and erase myself with white-out?
while i'm actually rotting behind my masks?
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
i want to run into your embrace
but if i took comfort in your disasters
we would destroy each other
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
Dear Journal, o1.o8.19
I'm discovering that i really have no idea who i am or what i am... isn't that interesting that i am me, but i don't know who that is.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
Can you smell the peaches?
Because they are all I can think about-
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Paper folded into doors
Fingers twisted into words
I try to grip reality
While collecting bumblebees
They call me whimsical
But i’m just somewhere else
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
There is only one letter
difference
from feeling lovely-
and lonely.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Being with you was
Ice water with mint gum
Loving you was
Wood pages and warm rain
Losing you was
Muffled screams and dry air
Now without you is
Fresh breeze and pomegranate seeds
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC