Laughter spills from my chest Like the blood that was spilt on the tiles
I collect lightning bugs || short poem on self fulfilling prophecies. I shouldn't make these mistakes I shouldn't take this chance
Perched in a tree The strong arms falling around
Relief. || A bit of a follow up to a few very old poems. The series is by the same name "Things That Appear Ugly But Are Actually Beautiful." Enjoy! A quick poem about a few things but most importantly the curse of hope. somewhere else, maybe its different "Let action become reaction" || Short poem with author's note at the end. The first of a series.
GloPoWriMo day 13: Use. A poem that couldn't be happier, because the writer is unhappy too.
**THIS POEM SHOULD ONLY BE READ ALOUD BY SOMEONE WITH A HOLE IN THEIR HEART.** || Short poem. Happy pride. Day 6 of GloPoWriMo. Daily prompt word: casino. These are getting a little depressing but hopefully things will look up soon! You know that feeling when you want to drink every memory away? When you get so high just to forget? And the worse part is that forgetfulness falls asleep at its doorstep. Hope you all enjoy this poem... A meditation on mixed feelings about a specific day of the week. There's nothing that can save me now I've gone down the rabbit hole
I just wanted to be yours. I never was supposed to be. Wrote it at 1 AM so don’t expect much, but please comment what you think. I won’t take offense. our love was my first principle Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy? Written after being fed up by the microaggressions and transphobia I faced during a stint in the local psychiatric hospital. A prose poem and the final installment in a series.
A poem about people who try to belittle you by mocking your insecurities.