Your hometown is not so bad asyou make it out to be – after all,it produced you, who rages atinjustice and hate but who sees toothe beauty of the bayous – the waythe moss flows from the trees gently,even the sun sinking into the algae. You, poor girl, who refuses to lookin the mirror fromContinue reading “Love Letter To My Soul (original poem)”
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As The Mountain Crumbles (poem)
We are losing the last ofwhat was ever good in usbecause the liars, the cheats,the greedy old hags arein charge of building theparameters we live in.They tighten the bolts onthe locks and adorn theirprecious walls with barbedwire to mark anyone desperateenough to try to break out or in.They refuse to give up their seats onContinue reading “As The Mountain Crumbles (poem)”
Soft Rage Poem
My anger and myinclination to loveare in constant war.I want to hurl my painat the one it came fromlike throwing stars,watch them sink deep into the skin,then I want to mendthose woundsand forgive.I want to screamand rage and rip intothem with my bare handsonly to sew them back upas I always am drawn to do.ShowContinue reading “Soft Rage Poem”
Original Poem (January 5th, 2024)
How am I meant to bear missing someone I willnever speak to again? Is this one of life’s questionsthat only the one asking can answer? Like what ismy purpose or where do I belong? I understandwhat Sylvia Plath meant when she wrote, I mustget back my soul from you; I am killing my fleshwithout it.Continue reading “Original Poem (January 5th, 2024)”
See me (original poem)
I am a girl so in love with everythingbut afraid to show it or ignorant ofhow to express it since any time I havetried in the past I was only met withridicule or indifference and I am notsure which hurts most at this point.I am a girl desperate to be seen butanxious when looked atContinue reading “See me (original poem)”
A View of Love (original poem)
Love is like if a soothing rainstormwas a person and I am like the desert,desperate for a single drop of moisture.I have been surviving solely on day-dreams and fantasies, telling myselfwhat I so wretchedly wish to hear –such as, The poets of old wouldadore you, with your tenderdisposition and sensitivity tobeautiful things – but fabricatednutrientsContinue reading “A View of Love (original poem)”
Art piece poem: Flowering Garden, Vincent van Gogh
My heart is an overgrown garden,hands too soft to weed,fingers become one with the dirtthe second I dig in deep,I just want to feed you butI settle for feeding your memory,give my all to the lovers in my headand get nothing in return,my fantasies are not so differentfrom reality
Red String of Fate (original poem)
The beauty of a flower couldbring me to my knees but the lookin your eyes when you smileleft me dead on my feet;I haven’t taken a breath since.Listen to me, I’m morbid butI’m loving. Too serious for games,grown weary with age of this constanttug o war with my red string of fate.Who are you onContinue reading “Red String of Fate (original poem)”
What is it Called? (original poem)
What is it called when you like pain?When the sting of it on your skinis a relief. When you can point to itand say this is where it hurts.When you can look at the markit left on you and understandwhere it came from. What is it called when you bruise easily?When every touch makes yourContinue reading “What is it Called? (original poem)”
Writer Who Can’t Find the Words (original poem)
I hate how I claim to be a writerbut can never accurately put into words how this emptinessinside me feels – More and moreI wish I could express it with mybody – I want to growl deep inmy throat like an alligator, snap myjaws and writhe on the ground inanger – I want to growContinue reading “Writer Who Can’t Find the Words (original poem)”
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