an open poem When I was 16, and so young I said my favourite colour was blue because I did not know that there were other types of girls, and that it was OK to be different. On a school trip then, we hiked several mountains up, too close to the skies and I tasted […]
It’s not that I can’t love you anymore, it’s that I don’t want to. The days trickled into years, unravelling the tapestry of our limbs Casual snippets snipping — snapping — the last threads of us. The future looms, as it does, as it always will. Your tender eyes were a dropped stitch weaving tales of fantasy and love. I guess you wanted a Princess, or some […]
Damp coldness blows by with the scent of wildflowers dragging up pieces of past with that single scent i remember blueberries, tossed high into the air, falling gracefully into open mouths, caught. The feeling is stuck inside my chest where the helplessness lies and my breath catches hard swallows won’t dislodge that panicked loneliness: swells […]
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 […]
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 […]
*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 […]
He said I love you like he meant it and at some point, I believed him. That point came a few years too late but that’s not really my point. My point was that I should have loved him back in a way that could accurately describe red to a blind man but red is […]
letting go is the easiest thing in the world. it is holding on that demands blood and sweat and tears. it is holding on that demands survival of the fittest. demands commitment and communication. letting go is easy when you have nothing to lose and nothing to gain. letting go is the easiest thing when you’re 21 and […]
Life Comes Knocking — Crashing in When you don’t answer. Some people just can’t take a hint. *This form of poetry is called a Fib, based on the Fibonacci sequence, and is usually 1-1-2-3-5-8. This piece was first published on Medium, by Poetry-in-Form. If you’d like to read more of my other poetry and prose, feel […]
Life blossoms in those moments when sun burns and your sweat drips and your muscles scream. It exists in that hollow ache between each breath as you gasp for survival.
lessons of summer 