Poetry

float or dive

it took me awhile to blossom, To open up my petals, to show the world my face. you took me under your wing, showed me how to hold my head up high and to never let the world see me cry. every song reminded me of you, every cloud bore your face, you were the… Continue reading float or dive

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Poetry

Two sides to every story

Two sides to every story but when it comes to you, it always leads to one: you were my home-unfinished and undone, pieces were missing but that was what made me love you the most- the way i could look through you, like the clouds peaking through the sun. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm8Zb70hkFM/?taken-by=amateur__poet

Poetry

split

split between wanting and needing, it only takes one decision to take that damning last step. if i waver, will you wait? hesitancy is a virus that spread its sticky tentacles inside of me but every time the grip becomes stronger, ill chance another step...and another, and another   https://www.instagram.com/p/BmmEVE8B32T/?taken-by=amateur__poet

Poetry

paradise was a garden

paradise was a garden of comely serpents and coming-over-my-place-to-cuddle-around-noon. we were there, flowers underneath a hook-shaped moon: larger than life but tamed to a future speckled with green hues. artists, dreamers, the lovers cup that never seemed wholly full-it was a simple life, but for us... it was enough.

Poetry

i am ready to start over

ive finally found clarity... this new, alien feeling, i will treat it as if is it was a fledging tree. i will be tender with its root and I will sit back and watch with unparalleled awe at what i accomplished. green-thumb, green eyes darken to a lovely amber, i am ready to start over… Continue reading i am ready to start over

Poetry

and then you were gone…

i woke up and then you were gone- i searched high and low, beneath a waning tree, and by that boy’s house who once said he was going to marry me. maybe one day I’ll accept the truth: that a love that is honest and true scared you more than the demons whispering in my… Continue reading and then you were gone…

Poetry

stuck in the past

i think you are still stuck in the past; trapped in an endless sleep cycle of should have’s and maybe’s. it’s a treacherous thing, to fall asleep lonely; waking up facing the left side and your heart grumbling as if it’s hungry. but as of lately, instead of facing reality, you close your eyes and… Continue reading stuck in the past

Poems Based on Flowers, Poetry

buttercup

things are not what they seem; tangled roots and spirally stems, boast a bouquet of blossoms so harmless, they are scary. tread carefully, whispers the leaves, watchful and aimless, each blade of grass trembles at my mane of yellow petals and sweet- tasting rain. i am everlasting, i am forgotten in place of cheaper names,… Continue reading buttercup