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

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

Poetry

i spy

i spy a forgotten dress, drapped over an off-white mannequin with only one hand. frills and bows, tulle and a stubbed noes, these dresses seem more like ghosts; hovering over the living and begroaning their forsaken fate. forgotten but found, i spy a kaleidoscope of butterflies woven into a moth eaten gown... 👗 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bho_WKTng_P/?taken-by=amateur__poet

Poetry

she lies beside me

she lies beside me tangled in expired dreams and pristine bedsheets. she sleeps, stubbornly, a question puckered beside her cheek: will my good deeds be met with a cure, to this loneliness that resides inside of me like a cold, cellar door? she tosses, she turns, she kicks, she coughs, and while i sit beside… Continue reading she lies beside me