i am older now (obviously)
and certainly feel it.
i am wiser now (probably)
and certainly feel that too.
however i am still not old or wise
nor do i know how to write a poem (although i now have several years of literature study).
all i know is that the older i get the more insurmountable the future seems
as it unfurls before me, limitless and suffocating.
today i write less than i would like to
as i let the words
slip through my fingers,
as they tend to,
because i'd rather regret not speaking,
marking my silence up to foolishness when i am older,
than say anything at all.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 4:12 AM UTC
i don't miss my parents like good daughter should
simply because i have always been too independent
but recently i have been imagining crawling into bed with mom
she would still hold me if i asked her to
as tightly as she would've years ago
i wonder if i should ask her
i wonder how i could hold back the tears that i feel welling up inside of me even now, miles and weeks away
how do i apologize for not asking sooner?
how could i ever make up for that?
does she know that i love her
Nov 6, 2022
Nov 6, 2022 at 5:00 PM UTC
pressed up against your face
sun streaming in through the curtains
light caressing your cheeks
my arm hurts in this position
but i'll keep it still
if it means getting to be next to you
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
i want to hold your hand
without having to extend my own
i want to kiss you
without you knowing that i want to
i want you to know that i love you
without having to say it
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 9:23 PM UTC
face up on the ground
rain hits my face
i have been here before
lying in the mud
slowly enveloping me
like a hug
or perhaps more like a boa constrictor
my skin pulls upward
towards the stars
towards light
while my bones want nothing more
then to be laid to rest
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
i feel like a tiger
pacing in a cage
it is not poetic
in the way that
if the bars were opened
i would burst out
like a firecracker
it is instead in the way that
i would lie down where i stood
unable to leave.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
the earth shifts
feet cling to ceiling
knives dance in my chest
up is down
but down is not up
silver drips off of my fingers
a sheen falling up
or was it down?
a deer is on the ceiling
or is she on the floor?
she whispers
"you cannot be what you wish to be
if you do not first wish"
the earth shifts
her coat gleams
her eyes shatter and repair
the earth collapses
she is gone
i put my fingers to my lips
all i taste is metal
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 4:35 PM UTC
i am not who you think i am
all you see is
my eyes
my clothes
my jokes
all you see is an outline
a silhouette
of who i am
don't fall in love with a shadow
nothing is there
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
and once again
we thought things would be different
and once again
things were not
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC