be weary pretty girls
when boys start to stare
some dream of stealing
the flower from your hair

noxious words
hang in the air
& cling to your breath
while the rest of us
suffocate

we spend so much time
telling ourselves to be better
that we start to believe
we’re less than standard.
sub par.
perhaps our greatest achievement
should be recognizing ourselves
as good enough.
and whatever goals achieved thereafter
are personal victories,
not society’s expectations fulfilled.

There’s no one else
Id rather be tethered to
As I climb life’s mountain.
He is the wind in my sails
and the anchor that I cling to.
He is the one I turn to for guidance
The needle in my compass.
He is the earth to which Im firmly cradled
Bound by his gravity
to be vitalized by his air.

i want to invent a thought
thats totally brand new
something very meaningful
a gift from me to you
but alas, i cannot conjure
what wasn’t already known
so i steal a thought from someone else
and top it off with a bow

the biggest baddest man
just lost to the bigger badder man

imagine a world
where every season
was even more silent
than the one before

i love the way that trees
dance in the wind
every little branch swaying
to the song of a different tune
every wooden limb letting go
of the leaves they carried
once nurtured, grown, & cared for
now flying away
with the rhythm of the breeze

wherever she goes she shakes the earth
screaming echoes down the hall
feed me! feed me!
whipping a storm of hair & terror.
she makes you feel belittled, battered,
like you never really mattered,
until her hungry eyes feasted upon your subservience.
my scariest, hairiest lady.
my dearest, fearless child.
she doesn’t need nobody
unless she wants somebody.
kagome, monarch of her mother’s smile.

nicotine gets me high
an electrifying rush
shaky feeling in my limbs
that i just can’t get enough
i’m not sure if i like it
but i keep taking puffs
and littering my lungs
with cigarette butts

if i could wander across
the endless universe
& explore every natural wonder
without ever needing sustenance
that would be eternal bliss

unbelievable cries
indescribable squealing
torturing, tumbling, free-wheeling
through an endless dark demise

a hole in the world!

your green eyes can’t deny
the lies that lie behind
every little compliment
was slander in disguise
your green eyes cannot hide
what’s going on inside
poems wheedling from your lips
taste more like mythic alibis

if i traced the outline of your tattoo
underneath my fingertips
could that be my excuse?
to feel your skin
and make your senses
tremor at my touch.
would that be too much?
would you call that love?

I am on a journey
with mostly unknown destinations
but I know that with every step
I will guide myself in becoming
an exceedingly finer version of me.
I am forging a path
where the fruits of my future
eclipse the poisons of my past.

my heart is heavy with love
the kind i want to give
but the kind you don’t deserve

i never thought your words
could be so incendiary,
and ignite in me the person
who I’ve never had to face.
the one who always hides her face.
the one who cowers away
from the spotlight of your inward gaze.
but you sir, have shifted me
if ever so slightly.
and i do believe now
that the person you see
is the person i was meant to be.

when i see a spider
or i see a snake
i am shackled by fear
and frozen into place
but when i imagine
how the beasts must feel
they’re terribly afraid
to be crushed by my heel
they shield themselves with courage
by channelling their fears
emitting the strongest will to live
on a frequency no one else can hear
so when im feeling down
or feeling out of place
i imagine myself
as the spider and the snake