Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • Poetry

    By wph

    I wish I was bigger

    I wish I was bigger.

    I wish I had a little bit more muscle.

    I wish there was more between my skin and my bones,

    That my ribs wouldn’t show when I take off my shirt,

    That I wasn’t made of tissue paper.
     

  • Dear Mother

    Dear Mother, 

    I have missed you these past few months. 

    Where did you go? 

    I see you standing there, torch held high, yet you do not answer my calls. 

  • For Her, I Stay

    A ghost of a father.
    An angry mother.
    A forbidden best friend.
    A suppressed love—
    A suppressed identity.

    Oh, how strange it is to feel alone,
    while surrounded by people.

    No friends.
    Bitter family.

  • How do I help

    One of the things that hurts me most

    out of everything

    is when I see you stressed

    frustrated

    upset

    about things that I agree with too

    and you're going through pain

    and I don't know how to help

  • Fire

    I'll knit you all

    Us all

    Closer together

    So close and so tangled

    You're lost in it

    In the whispers in your ear

    And I'll slip out like a snake

    Weaving away from my destruction so I can play in the ashes