”I come here looking for nothing.” She said, The goddess of the den of broken hearts. Like the golden hairs on her flaming head, Everyone is moving, while whiskey parts. All we want is something to make us whole. Vestiges of heaven we replicate: Entertainment for each forgott...

T.W Dated : in darkness; a crumbling faith. ( I am. I am. I am. ) a tear stained paper; moistened but her fingertips never left any prints. I am the burner from where the smoke starts; slithering like a snake up this deliberation of a life. I am the p...

Artwork is my own. The stillness crawls over me Like centipedes, down the cracks and creases I don’t know how to be What to feel, when the feeling deceases The emptiness is yawning, but the solitude does not falter I’m not raring against the bonds, or straining as hard against the halter I’ve got ...

Icarus, Icarus, Of tale and song, Caught in the claws of right and wrong, Mothers speak your tale with fright, Whilst you burn in your delight. Icarus, Icarus, Brave and fair, Seeking what was never there, Drunk on thoughts of being free, Dreaming days of liberty. ...

Thus she swam tirelessly in that dark lake Longing for reprieve, a sliver of hope With one kind act, how could mine heart not shake? You were a silken thread, a heaven-sent rope ‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ ݁˖ . ݁ Clung to it lik...

It was a mistake to desire the light, aware that it's bound to fade. It was a mistake to unshackle my binds, aware that fate commands the way. What is fortitude? Sincere belief What is belief? Glint of hope What is hope? Trojan Horse of pain Life is bland. It's as tasteful as d...

All alone a framed painting stands. For centuries its tone, its detail from gentle hands. A candle stand with the light abound, Making the scene all the more grand. ~ The gold filigree of its borders weave into women’s hair. The brown of the wood base hol...

I like to kiss the rim of cups That steam with warmth on frosted nights, Cracking lips on porcelain Fill me with numbing delight. I'll lift the cup towards my chin And take the first, shallow sip, Sweetened poison, yes I know, I recall the feeling on my lips. It makes ...

Poetry form: free verse I love art yet I am not a painter and never will be. I am a poet. A poet that can't tell the truth in words. A poet who's words don't make sense. A poet who can't tell people that I love them. That is just how poets are. Hurt, pain filled people who are traumat...

look into the crow's read eyes. wake your gaze, like a woman dearly parted, through these two bowls of inky black. (what thoughts skate across its mind? a taut flash of danger, and then serene.) its muscles ripple spryly to let the light suppose its feathers iridescent, oil spill, b...

ㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤ we march to life's tireless parade with our brethren, fellow sinners who dance unintended charades 'round family, friends or lovers to feel as though bound and tethered; just as hope sparkles in a gleam, happiness, the purest aether — b...

You called me pretty— but said it like "pitiful." Bright like a warning, loud like I’m criminal. Petals like paint you can’t wash off clean, a girl made of spice, not sugar or cream. Nasturtium. Even the name sounds fake. Like something you mumble when flowers ache. Not rose, not daisy— I wasn’t pi...

Marauder, robber, imposter, faker. If you come to wonder how much longer, At the end of that my name will be kept. I apologize before you have wept. All that was needed was the word “baggage” Made loud and clear with no room for leverage. So that maybe you would have been de...

Long ago, I thought of writing this. As I memorized your face— your virtues, your failures. How you taught my ancestors to devour the firmament. They drank the blood of stars, took in its warmth. Turned breath into sugar, wind into sweetness. I bla...

It would be better if you disappeared. In a forest, not being able to find a way out again. In the Arctic, to be eaten by polar bears. Whatever way, I want you gone. I should have wished that from the beginning. The first time you kissed me. The first time you hugged me. The first time you said...

'Are you a pie? Because I’d like a piece of you' comes out of her mouth. Tongue like a viper, loose words, falling off. She has claws for nails. Black, pointed nails, reminiscent of sharp serrated shark teeth. They could cut you if you got too close. Crescents dug into soft skin and leaving a m...

goodbyes flicker like candles on a solitary birthday cake. your lipstick stains on my shoulders feel like a jacket pulled over to hide the scars. just like those marks I always had, there was a permanent — dream. an iridescent glow of a home I'd come back...

Poem form: Limerick Is your love true? Or do you feel blue? Is it something you really want? You should flaunt Because you are such a beautiful view You should tell me your feelings Because I always view my ceilings I think about you when it's nighttime When I get to see you ...

Your hand in mine, cuddled together, softly at your side The hands on the clock tick, that’s time ing by My whole life I’ve longed for that kind of sappiness But my body shakes and rejects that feeble happiness Like a hole that’s dug out into the sky It’s a void that lingers in my mind It imp...