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words are like weapons, but mine won't wound
If all the words in the world were gone
And we were left with the thoughts in our heads,
The list of things to say wouldn't be that long,
If I had one sentence to speak before sentences were dead.
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Night Discovery (Safe)
You hold me again. In your arms. The rain is pouring even harder now, coming down like warm, wet paint splattering our arms and faces until we're drenched in it.
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Scraps
Ask for help
They tell you,
But when you do,
They refuse to give it,
Be yourself
They chant,
But when you try,
You're told to hide away.
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flicker, flicker
The light flickers in my bedroom
as I brush my hair;
I remember that theory that it’s someone dead trying to speak to you,
I’m sure it’s just a thing from movies.
The light flickers again in the bathroom -
not prescribed
live in the moment
i'm trying so hard to look
at you
and not to think of the possibilities i know
i can't have,
all the things you rejected the moment
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Hello Summer
Hello Summer,
I see you on the boardwalk;
In every screw, and plank, and scratch,
Your every nook and my personality match.
Hello Summer,
When you're sad, your hot tears shed
Loves
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I ask a lot of things
Why stay, when to breathe polluted air is to condemn your lungs?
Why stay, when to walk on hot coals ensures that every next step will burn?
If we, as people, seek water,
why do we always land at a mirage?
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memory
The building stands tall in the gleaming sunlight.
You haven’t been here in years.
You walk in, not quite sure what to expect,
Everything looks weirdly the exact same,
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Different at Night
Things sound different at midnight,
the dark is so much lighter,
the noises so much louder.
Every creak causes a jump.
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The sun
you're not
leaving yet. no,
i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,
lower your waving hand,
tell you
something to make your eyes crinkle
again.
again,
again,
again.
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twelve months of dreaming
I have this dream
where the sky is dark,
moon illuminating,
faded stars surrounding it,
that I gaze at from
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Lost
I’m not sure which is worse, having my hair torn out everyday and markers drawing ‘makeup’ on my face, having a dog chew on my arm and a toddler chew on my leg.