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Before the Dust
For the first twelve years of my life,
There was no direct purpose in existing.
But then—
on the night of my thirteenth,
butterfly wings sprouted
from my back.I got my own garden to tend.
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The Overthinking Department of Your Brain
"why are you crying you shouldnt cry its useless stop crying stop crying"
stop crying
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Anne Frank, Greed, and Politics
"Riches, prestige, everything can be lost.
But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed;
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okay
i don't feel good
i think i'm hungry
'you feel fine'
says the almost mute voice in the back of my head
'this is normal'
i guess it is
i don't feel good
i think i'm fat
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Butter
In my Gram's kitchen,
behind the table,
there is a butter barrel.
One of those big wooden ones you would use in the 1950's.
5 summers ago,
my brother made butter in that barrel.
Loves
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I Am Beautiful
I’ve been told I’m not worth it
Am I really going to listen to the words of
Monsters who can’t see that I’m a human
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To be a teen
To be a teen
Is to lose your sense of self
Completely.
What is right?
What is wrong?
What is cool?
Why do some feel so drawn to popularity
While others are repulsed by it?
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the body still blames itself
If only i had smiled differently,
worn a different skirt, a longer one,
if i had stayed quiet, let him win,
shrunk smaller, been easier to touch,
been harder to hurt, laughed when i wanted to cry,
cried when i wanted to scream. -
to live is
to live is to see the sorrows of others
to long for the song of your mom
to stroke the head of your black dog
to live is to see the sorrows of others
to greet at the sound of your father’s feet
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It's enough to make a girl cry
I need to write so badly because all this anger and fear are sticking to my skin like an anxiety sweat
and yet I can't seem to make any phrases and stanzas that are understandable outside of my head
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