where it comes from
I think poetry is what comes out of the bits inside of you who don’t know how to cry except through syllables.
Tag: poetry
how quickly
How quickly laughter turns to weeping smiles to dust longing, to leaving sunset, to rust.
It’s hard out here for a pimp.
Being a self published author is a bit like being a whore. You work long, hard nights, sometimes unprotected (from the distraction of social media). You wonder when the disease of writer’s block will hit you, if it hasn’t already, stifling any other books you may or may not have left in you – you […]
don’t you
God! don’t you want the person who’ll watch you cry and not be scared? Don’t you want the one who’ll hold you when you need to be held, whether or not they’re prepared? Don’t you want the arms you’ll fit into so well it feels like your bodies were pre-paired ordained to fit into each […]
I want you inside me.
I want you inside me because I want to remember what living feels like right before you die What I think it must feel like to forget everything and everyone that ever made you think anything and be solely focused on a pulsing white light that you didn’t even realize you were reaching for, opening […]
Is it bad to wait to die?
My sweet, My love, Dear heart, My heart – not mine. It doesn’t belong to me any more and I’m not sure if it could belong to you, seeing as you don’t want it. I find myself unable to jump off the building to stop the madness to end it all. My mind refuses to […]
least
I wonder if After 16 years I’ll have figured out that love is the least Of my worries.