What perfect, beautiful sentiments. When Life carries you beyond your imagination and expectations, sometimes, you do have to let go of your preconceived notions, of your definitions of who you are. The stories will be there. The memories exist. That magic happened. But it is not the end. It was a middle. Let’s keep going. […]
loneliness descends like a moth fluttering in the hollows where light breathes and devours all shards of self esteem is a treacherous slope sliding backwards hands grasping only emptiness fingers tighten desperation fluttering against the torrent of cresting emotions varying daily the subtlety of trying the audacity of caring the implicitness of simply being i […]
A cinquain chain it came out of nowhere a dying need to be that flared for a second before fading fading exhaustion drips from souls: wearied, pushing for some semblance of normalcy retained retained like the feel of memory words dripping venomous tears, passionate pain, some form. some form of love and art disguised as a price for consolations […]
I wanted to miss you with words but my body rebelled. Your ghost fingers triggered murmurs and mirages heated flesh and goosebumps that belied truth. You sank your teeth into the hollows where my neck flowed into collarbones and quick tongue darting soothed the pain. I wish heartbreak came with a manual, easily overcome like […]
An echo verse The night came in shades, fades into brilliant storms, forms pieces of us past the bed that creaks, ekes a space in my heart, dart past the lines in sand, bend genuflections from the waist faced with memories of grace, place your hand upon mine, find your place in my heart, art […]
You were not mine, but you were my favourite person. We shared secrets and futures and traded long talks for long distances as Life took us in different directions Somehow, we managed and somehow, I believed you were a fixture, permanently glued in my periphery and my heart. Superglue meant forever and you with your gifts […]
In a moment, I understood the heaviness of words and the weightlessness of fingers: intertwined. In response to Emily Roberts’ prompt.
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*a burlesque poem. my brother has the words “this is not for you” tattooed across the upper left side of his chest. my first love is immortalized by a swallow taking flight on the back of my neck because i read once that if you love something, you set it free. free, was the last word […]
i thought the pain would decrease as time passes. i didn’t expect it to come in strange lurches, this dull, hollow ache that permeates my being. i can’t breathe.