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THIS IS WHAT I PLAN TO DO
i stare at the sky in its pinks purples blues
i twirl my hair and i laugh like you do
but i'm still all alone, in the safety of my room
nobody knows what i plan to do.
i unleash a smile that's hid for so long -
i wrote a song about you
I wrote a song about you, and I thought I'd always feel the way I did when I wrote that song.
But now I don't, and it's just...strange.
You didn't do anyhting to me. You're still the same person you always were. -
Blue Eyes Chapter 1
Note: This is a near-future sci-fi/dystopian novel I am writing called Blue Eyes. I decided to share the first chapter, hope you like it!
Emma -
falling
last year, i liked you so much
you filled my mind, my heart,
every doodle and imagining,
a faraway dream i knew i'd never reach
but i would try anyway.
i would stare at you
passing by me,
so effortlessly beautiful, -
random thoughts
sometimes i feel like you can just meet someone, like at school or in some other public environment, and you just know that they're going to be your friend. -
overcome
sadness
it comes to you
every so often
baring its teeth and sinking its claws into your skin
until you bleed all over the floor
your blood the taste of iron
and the salt of your tears.
sometimes so unexpected
Loves
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nameless III
the more of me i see, the less of me i want to be. i feel empty and dreaded and dead inside;
i’m a horn atop a pig’s head;
i still remember dogwood, sitting under my porch;
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A Yellow Violet
Her name was Violet,
but she always wore yellow.
I spied her from across the room as I hesitated in the sun-framed doorway, and she was beautiful.
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Don't Mean Nothing
There was cedar in the beginning and then there were candy canes.
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It Begins
It begins —
This thing call Spring —
With sunshine and birdsong
Slowly infused into everything.
It begins with
Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,
As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.
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Nail Polish at Midnight
I painted my nails blue
because I couldn’t think what else to doto stop myself from thinking of you.
I didn’t realize until they dried,
it was the very color of your eyes:
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Morning, But Not Really
it’s 2am and i’m still lying awake
with thoughts in one hand and feelings in the other.
how can i go to sleep with a head full of stars
and my face running away
up into the sky