the wind wails
through open windows
the seatbelt unlatched
as i watch
my insignificant life
go by at
110 mph.

i’m honestly glad
i never showed you a poem
you didn’t deserve that
part of me.

being on the shore
and looking out at the water
is so different
from being on the water,
looking towards the shore.

i’m under the influence
of the night,
darkness is my drug.

i thought i could like you
but i only really liked the chase
i reeled you in
but when i caught you
you were released
after all, there are plenty of other
fish in the sea.

insert clever metaphor
and then shake your head
put it in a book
placed beside your bed
proceed to forget
when a better one comes instead

i’m just another
broken storyteller
hoping my words
will glue me back
together again

i opened my mouth
and shots were fired
words are my choice
of weapon and i
found my smoking gun.

the thing about a
bad record on repeat is
after a while you start
to like it.

i’m an open book.
my words are bold and
forever imprinted on my skin.
some people don’t dare
to look close enough to see them,
others misinterpret them,
but they’re still there
unchanged.
one day i hope you’ll look closer,
read me, & understand.

the world is so
small
until it’s
you
i want to run into…

it hailed today,
my eyes scanned grey skies
for glimpses of blue
that were not there.

the fog rolled in
and hovered over my city’s
streets.
the trees rustled with
chilled winds that bit skin
harshly.
the moon whispered it’s
secrets to me and i
cried.
the loneliness crept in
sinking it’s teeth into my
bones.
the time has come
for me to leave home.
goodbye.

he wants everything
i have to give
except for me

if looks could ****
i'd be a mass murderer

to me, the rain sounds
like a reminder
that i’m stuck in this town.
seattle’s a drain and
i’m going down
drowning.

I lost the keys
to the world I knew
and I felt scared because
I could never return
but then I took comfort
simply in knowing
someone else had found them
and they felt home again.

I hate being a writer…
Inspiration does not understand time,
or wait for me to grab a pen and paper.
It does not care that it’s inappropriate to
scribble feverishly in most circumstances;
like sorry I should be working but
I’ve just gotten the idea for lyrics to a song.
I know you’re in the shower but
this poem has to be written.
Oh you’ve just woken up from a nightmare?
Let’s write a ******* novel.
I do not control my words, my words control me.

my mama shot up
them dollar bills
and my daddy he drank
them away

I think ghosts
are a beautiful creation
we use to fill up ugly,
empty spaces.

i would never tell you this
but i have a favorite towel,
one that you left at my house
a sunny summer day
long ago when we went to
wild waves and we got stuck
on a ride together.
i’ll never forget how you feigned
disinterest in the questions you asked me, while your eyes lit up with fires. the last time i saw you
was when you got back from
europe, you reached to smooth down my skirt that
was flowing in the wind and
i gasped as your hands starting at my waist, trailed down to my hips.
struck silent you told me you had
never seen me so quiet.
maybe that’s why you sat across
from me at the dinner table
and offered me the last of your drink with a smirk and a wink…
leaving me hoping that you’ll
forget more than a towel next time

i like myself
the most when
i’m not being
wreckless.
so why do
i hate myself
when i’m being
careful?

they say the grass is always greener
on the other side
but honestly i’ve never seen
green grass
in this city of mine

you make me
mad as a hatter
i have fallen
down the rabbit hole

i heard your name in the
whispers of the wind,
turned around to check
if in fact it was you taunting me
but alas, twas only the trees
spinning their tall tales
and me wishing for
a happy ending.

This change is not like the others because it is different in a bad way.
One day has gone by already.
I’m another person.
Confused by the blink of an eye,
The twitch of a smile.
No longer a change…

took two pills
took two shots
felt numb
felt sorry
wired
tired.

in circles we go
like clockwork
i fall for you
but you’re so far above me
so i move on
you wait for me
to fall again
and i always do,
expecting you to catch me
but you leave
and wait
for me to catch up again
like clockwork
we go in circles

The words don’t flow as freely from me these days.
I stare out the opened window, the sun burns my eyes, and I wonder if Seattle and I are suffering from the same drought.

pulling apart this forget-me-not
petal by petal i say
“he loves me, he loves me not”
on the last petal i ask,
“does he love me?” he does not.

spilled ink
soaks in
slowly and carelessly
stained color
stay inspired

having a best friend means
to forget your manners
let’s stuff our faces
while we talk **** and
about the ****** up stuff
going on in our lives
or in our heads
telling you my secrets
is my way of promising
to always keep yours
you and i have a bond
that cannot be broken
because meeting you was like meeting my other half
and the phrase “best friends”
hardly does our relationship justice
you’re my sister
you’re my missing piece
without you i wouldn’t be me
my life would ****
100 times more than it does today
if i didn’t have you to be sucky with
i love you
forever and always

even roses have thorns,
the beauty is in the irony.

my freckles fall in constellations
like stars sprinkled across my face
they dot every inch of my skin
like marks on a map
trace them tenderly
from my arms to my tummy
making patterns i can feel
your final destination will be my heart

every person is a tree,
a community the forest.
striving to grow,
but trying to hold on to their roots.

my name is melody
and i’d like to be stuck in your head
like a tune you’ve heard
and don’t want to forget

these eyes have seen more
4 am’s than taxi drivers
have seen street signs…
insomnia is my drug and
i’m far too high,
delirious and slightly delusional
go hand and hand
like melatonin and zolpidem.
i’m addicted to
tossing and turning and
blaming all my problems
on lack of sleep

you never really cared about me,
i was there for show.
you looked at your trophy daughter
like “oh i’m such a good father”
i’m just sorry that it
took me so long
to catch on to what
was your plan all along
to use me and leave me
well you got your wish dad
now you’re gone

honestly it has gotten to the point where
if you pushed me
to the edge of the cliff i would
jump just to spite you

thunder &
lightning &
rain, oh my.

you showed up in my life
uninvited
i wanted you then
and you knew it too
but i couldn’t have you
so i let go
only for you to show up again
uninvited
this time you wanted me
and i fell for you harder than ever
because i still couldn’t have you
i can never have you
but you just keep showing up
uninvited
and now, i need you.

subconsciously you’re always there, bleeding into my words
like you’re entitled to those as well… it’s as if the grip on my heart
was not enough for you,
so you grasped onto my brain
and made my thoughts your own.

the truth lies within
the lies you tell
your eyes do not
match your words
i see ice
through your fire
and i know, my dear
that underneath
that calm exterior
is a scared child
spinning webs
and hoping for the best
you’re in too deep
but i know, my dear
i know

I felt my heart flutter around in my chest like a bird in a cage that has just learned it could fly

if tomorrow starts without me
leave me be
the present is a nightmare
my future is but a dream.

if karma’s a ***** then love must be a ******* *****.

my stomach is now
a graveyard
you killed all of
the butterflies

let’s get high and
pretend everything is
alright

on the corner of bell
i questioned who i was
in comparison to this big city
i’m an ant on the bus
trying not to get squished
i stood next to the space needle
and it felt infinite while i was momentary
i was lost like a penny
that rolled into the streets
worthless and forgotten
seattle’s a drain
and i’m going down
drowning

i am a wilted rose.
once beautiful and blossoming,
life was fragrant.
worn by the days past,
my petals float away.