For the matted head that cracked your tender enclosure,
For the shoulders that split the deep mahogany slopes that both caged you and freed you,
And for the sirens you gave when you breathed your firsts,
She wept in remembrance at your grave.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Once, when I was sad,
I spoke to a flower.
Leaning in close, I discover
And understood when I saw her;
At midnight,
by my daisy’s side,
all she had to hide.
Soft petals brushed my ear,
And I learnt the universe in an hour,
All because of this Daisy flower.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
Finally, I breathe;
courage has come and taken-
Finally, I breathe.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
I am not black and white like you want me to be.
I am something - somewhat, sunshine-pink,
and thunder rolling grey.
I am the sky-high blue
that brushes my eager fingertips against marshmallow clouds
and maybe -
I am everything in between.
and maybe -
I am a canvas scraped clean.
But one thing I am not...
is black and white like you want me to be.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
My mind edges closer to insanity's rim,
My hearts not in it; it'll never beat the same.
Laying lazily on the edge; I've felt the slight brush of tipped rough wings.
If I jump; could I fly with you?
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
Beaming bright, like sweet sun – it bounces.
It burns, it scathes and it blinds –
It is love like your lips are my lips
and my lips eternal.
It is insecurity like I care too much about my hips
that are your hips eternal.
But it is sweet because your heart is mine eternal,
It is sticky because you cling to me so we bounce, burn, scathe and blind,
It is sleepy-strong, like the tendrils of your murmured words as they fall
in the dark, dark night
where we tumble,
heated and cooled,
twins in our agony, striving for the peak.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC