rhyme
rhyme
rhyme
a poem does not have to rhyme to be a poem
poem
sometimes a poem can be just soup
soup
soup
alphabet soup
of words pouring out of my body made of ceramic
onto the floor

oh no! you'd better clean up
before someone sees what a mess you really are
no one wants a sticky floor

floor
floor
floor
well there's the door
i-
i can't help how i am
but i know that is a lie
i won't stay the same for much longer
before i turn into soup again

i don't think you can look at me like that
i don't think you can come close to me
and look at my mouth before you lean down to kiss it
like that
and say that i'm your friend
do not claim me to be your only "friend" in this town
i am not your friend

if i was your friend i wouldn't get down on my knees for you
just to hear you moan about how good i am

if i was your friend the only time you'd be taking my shirt off would be never
do not claim me to be your friend
if we're going to touch each other
and love on each other
in the ways that we do
i am not just your "friend"

i know you’re stressed
don’t worry about painting your nails messy
tomorrow the purple color that dried on your skin will come off.
it’ll come off a lot easier than off of your nail
don’t worry about being messy

you apologize so much
why do you apologize so much
it’s okay,
you dont need to cry now,
but you can if you really want to

your nails are drying
the color won’t get onto your keyboard,
stop fretting
it will be okay

you’re worried about other things
(i just typed sorry instead of worried, deleted it)
you write well
8 pages total due by monday, 9 am and 2 pm
you can do this
it’s easy to let things slide enough until they build up
i know
Reassurance
you’re a good writer
you’ll finish those 8 pages, *******, but you will

you’re worried about other things
Subconsciously;
distractions
netflix
art
work
music
textin­g
social media, painting your nails

what’s bothering you the most?
what’s making your chest hurt?
what do you wish for?

who are you wishing for?
thinking about this and making yourself ask you about these things is making you type faster
i know
it hurts
i know it hurts

i know

My work is to inspire myself.

My work is to inspire others to be inspired by themselves.

My work is to encourage others to try something they doubt they can do "right".

My work is to draw emotion and thoughts from my peers.

My work is t teach and inform others.

My work is to express what I believe could not be said with words,
my work is to express what I believe could not be shown with colors and shapes.

My work is a distraction from the things I don't want to think about.

My work is a progression from who I was the day before.

My work is myself.

My work is art.

i need to hear you say you love me
over and over and over until my mouth forms a smile and all my worries thin out into nothing in that moment

your voice brings a comforting validation to my body, senses and mind
i feel steady again with each syllable you speak from that lovely mouth of yours

i just need to hear you. i need to hear you say things that will make my boat find still waters on a raging sea

When you look at him your irises turn into beautiful little lilacs, complimenting your rosy cheeks that adopt the sun's rays, holding the warm and powerful light hostage beneath your soft skin.

When he looks at you his eyes become reflectors of the moon's bright light, making his eyes seem so much more deeper, and so much more iridescent than they were before; and when he looks at you his skin turns into icicles, every inch turning into little tiny mountains.

When the two of you come together, your nerves and blood and organs begin to pull the both of you even closer, allowing your hearts to speak to one another: each repeating the phrase I love you, followed by its lover's name. It is a beautiful and subtle conversation.

I have been so tired lately, and even more so lonely
I try to muffle the screams of my loneliness with a soft bed, warm blankets and a pillow to hold onto
Nothing feels alright without you, and hardly anything feels alright with you
We can be described as two people talking at the same time in a conversation, but instead of laughing about it we become sad and bitter with ourselves and with the other
I wish things weren't this way.
I am tired with an angry sadness and you are tired with a guilty blame-fullness that resides deep in both of us
I love you so much
But I am so tired

I want to wrap myself around you and dissolve into you, warming your skin and holding your heart
I don't want things to be like this
I want both of us to be happy with each other