From young we are taught how to speak, how to write, how to love. But we are taught all these things while our souls are still raw, before they become drenched in life and broken down b...
You let me live in you like a cloud wrapped in the blanket of the sky, like a child cloaked in the warmth of its mothers arms. When you left I named you worthless. I named you unloved...
The rain is falling down around me, as each drop touches my delicate skin, they tell me a secret they learned from the sky. There’s waves in my hair and stars sleeping inside my lungs. ...
Sometimes I feel like despite the sky sleeping in my mouth, I’ve not yet swallowed enough language to be loud enough, to make you listen. Sometimes I hear the ocean crying beneath my ...
On the other side of the sky lives words trapped under skin, bones, that are screaming to be let free. On the other side of your soul lives a field of orange; my hands running through...
The sun is dancing around the world below me, it’s beauty penetrating through my skin. I felt a wave of emotion rush over me, as if I had swallowed the entire earth, and held it clenche...
There’s a girl out there with blue skin and hair the color of wind~ she drinks from the sun and sleeps under the moon In hope to fill the sky with blue, and drain her shadowed mind from...
You were happy, You held the world between the pal… The ocean tied around your neck But it became too heavy And you had no where to put it dow…
Some have said that I am a lion, My mouth holds worlds that can pie… oceans, that feel like home. Some have said that I am a Sunday…
It’s a still and moonless night, and my breath is light and shaky, as it fogs up the last mirror I’ve written your name on. Glass has filled my lungs, and i lay along the rain kissed gr...
Will you still love me when my bones no longer hold me together? Will you still hold me when my mouth is heavy with poetry and cracked canines? I’ve yet to tell you how his absence has...
In between my fingers grows a field of paper dandelions, their petals all
I walked hundreds of miles with stars on my feet and the moon on my back, just to hand to you pieces of the earth, that I had gathered along the way. My eighteen years had gone so fast...
Never spit the fire you feel growing inside your mouth, into your daughters face. She is a house with no windows, she is a tree about to lose all her leaves. She is a fragile dandelion,...
Be crumbled, they said. It’s okay to admit you don’t have always copper hands, [my father had copper hands and I guess mine were trying to match] These people they’ll look for you, ...
