I know it’ll pass but the lonely is strong when I don’t want to cry into my pillow, filling it with my hurt because I want to be held. When I want to cry into a chest more resilient than mine in the moment. To be pulled in tighter than I can hug myself. The … Continue reading The Lonely Hour
Category: Poetry
Hold Me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go Tight like short shorts on thick thighs. Hold me like you’ll love me forever Infinite like the stars in the sky. Hold me like tomorrow isn’t promised Ready to die but eager to survive. Hold me like survival isn’t good enough Ready to live with happiness in … Continue reading Hold Me
Overthinking
I’ve been struggling lately. This is what has come from that struggle so far. I’m a work in progress. Healing takes time. 💜
Self Reflection
Words escape your mouth and hide underneath my skin; their jagged edges coloring my sweat the most beautiful red. I lie in bed, avoiding both our truths. You’re an abuser and I seek to understand your hurt too. Love can heal but that’s something we both must choose. Just saying “I love you” is enough … Continue reading Self Reflection
The Brave Grow Old
Blankets of clouds cover the earth like Serenity has come to tuck us all in. But the war on peace blockades such sleep. We lay in concrete jungles and crush the dreams of future roses because our buds are more important. It's nippy outside. Individualistic ideologies try to become apart of societal infrastructures but crumble … Continue reading The Brave Grow Old
Love
I love him.
Memoirs
Still
Those arms are reaching north
Phoenix Rising
The phoenix loved from inside of him
We Know
We know your thinking holds consequences and it tries to bury our truths but our truths are seeds and will always bear fruit.
Cliché
Punctuate. Original thought Clauses; Impossible platitudes Avoiding tradition Failing to be more than a poet’s past. Writer, storyteller, history maker: there is nothing more to be done if everything has already been repeated into common places. Pounded into dust, “Gone with the Wind”, drifting through time to pay homage to nothing new. White space … Continue reading Cliché
