Poetry

nights were once the loneliness

nights were once the lonelinesses of times until i shut my eyes and saw that the moon is always there, present, when when the sky is bright. an omnipotent being hovering over my deeds, my pleas and the rare weakness of greed; i knew that there was time to grow, to change, to allow others… Continue reading nights were once the loneliness

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Poetry

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Poetry

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

inflorescence

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… Continue reading why do you never ask the real questions?

Poetry

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… Continue reading so lonely

Poetry

forgotten

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… Continue reading forgotten

Poetry

unrequited

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… Continue reading unrequited

Poetry

burned

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… Continue reading burned

Poetry

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… Continue reading the same song

Poetry

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… Continue reading collapsing into myself