Tag: poems

will-o-wisps and fireflies

will-o-wisps and fireflies, i thought with time, those memories would stop taunting me at night. same pain, different face, a pattern that i am determined to break, i am still hoping for better days • • • click the link my book:  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1981171738/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o00_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1 Advertisements

why do you never ask the real questions?

why does the “i” in family mean that i must be isolated; a lonely island of one, was i cursed to never truly fit in? emotions rage inside of me; i am my own tsunami. i wreck havoc, on myself, those around me-am i a monster? a staple black sheep, maybe, just maybe, they will ...

so lonely

do you ever feel so lonely that even crying seems pointless? why waste tears for an audience of one? what’s the point in wallowing in the depthless pool of loneliness when there is no one to save you from drowning? misery loves company but loneliness feeds on the numbness, the silence; the sheer noiselessness is ...


forgotten; distilled air, we flowers know despair by another name, another face, another boy who tends to a garden of games. alcaldes to the winner; does it matter what I have to say? tragedy known by the look of indifference on your pretty face. why do you claim a piece of my heart, carrying it ...


I was looking over some older poems and it is crazy how a writer's voice can change. I noticed a trend of my writing from last year. It was so dense with raw, angry emotions. A whirlwind of desire, confusion, and betrayal. In those moments, I felt like I was helpless to these emotions I ...


i woke up to your touch, your hands gripping on the sheets, lips devouring me. eyes closed but body a volcano, i dripped, molten lava across your cheeks. your burned now, ive left my mark on you. you’re starving now, desperate for more. you skipped the entree; im your dessert. lick me up before i ...

the same song

we were out of tune; off-key, each caress felt wrong, more unlikely than stars without a blanket of dreams. dreading you, dreading us, i tore skin, for you, i gouged flesh, for us. nothing but a bag of bones, for what? in vain? or for us? cowardice mice, men dressed in false skins, we were ...

collapsing into myself

collapsing into myself, im beginning to enjoy time alone, with myself. is it healthy to savor the sounds of perfect, rippling silence? doesn’t the air taste more fresh, more sprung with life, when it’s a party of one? is the space i create between twisted trees, an alcove of missing and found things, more important ...


how ever you acknowledge the claim, we are more than visionaries, we are more of the same. we trace saline letters across heavy-lidded skies littered with airplanes and we do more than just lie, we truly pretend we are okay; so adept at our facades, as if it has been engrained🍁🍂 Advertisements

the truth

you never wanted the truth, did you? i read you like a book; loose spine and worn pages, you were easy to decipher. you would rather settle in a cesspit of lies, coddle yourself on your own demise, but i won't let you, i won't allow you to do anything but rise ✨ Advertisements

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