I'm a young artist from the south and I write simply because I can't resist.
1) From the very first second I saw you, you have been the only one I want. Thoughts of anybody else vanished and have not returned. From the very first day, you have been the first and...
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
I feel like my veins are about to… My lips are lacking. They’re incomplete, only half of a… My body is begging. It’s dying to be touched, to be fe…
elegant but chaotic, burdened with the weight of destruction, but stronger because of it. bright, beautiful, with so many shining colors all entangling in a perfect, mesmerizing patter...
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
Not a second goes by where I don’… for you have wound your way into t… Every time my heart beats, a fresh… Christian, Christian, Christian The first time a said your name, a…
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
While riding in the car and listening to music that didn’t understand me, I noticed that there were no stars, and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means something. We pull...
When I look toward the future, honestly, I see hardships and pain and uncertainty.
These scars won’t come off no matt… Unlike dirt or mud, that simply disappear with a bit o… this filth that covers my skin is… A kind that is not so easily remov…
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
I am lost and confused I wonder what will become of me I hear laughter I see smiles I want to know how to be happy lik…
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
I used to think that you could measure a person’s… by how many and how much people loved them. I don’t know when
Flowers bloomed on my fingertips w… Now, when I look at my hands all… And knowing there’s a chance that… And I don’t know how to tell you… But I’m scared that if you choose…
Hey, you wonderful man, look here… Let me see those eyes. You are lovely, nothing less. If you think any different, you ar… Others may fail to see your beauty…
Being a poet is not simply being g… It is much more than that. Writing poetry is something that y… A poet is something that you are. We see the world not as a bunch of…
I find it funny that even though I’ve never slept next to you, I still feel the empty spaces where you’re supposed to fit.
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
I stayed in bed until 1:30 pm toda… because when my blanket is wrapped around me, it’s easier to pretend that you are, too.
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love