I don't usually add disclaimers to my poems, nor should art necessarily necessitate a caption - just a captive audience, if you're lucky. HOWEVER, this poem is special to me, and if my therapist didn't convince me this poem could help a lot of people, than I probably would have kept it in my personal … Continue reading Write to me
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I miss you like the embers miss the heat of a flame after they rest on eastern wind
Lovesick
It feels like one must experience romantic love in a silo Heartbreak permeates society hands grip chests and pace paneled floors more often than joy is chirped beneath willows with songbirds
Moon Lust
I never thought I would choose to describe the moon’s allure, her soft presence as a shard
Call of Nocturne – Why Night is Ironically My Favorite Time of Day
When the stars start whispering, the moon slides into my DMs, and I'm out the door faster than a squirrel chasing an acorn. The night's my jam, and the moon? Well, it's basically my cosmic GPS.
What’s In a Name?
Each name I collect embodies the little bits and bobs of the making of me. They're monikers for a life playfully lived, of kindred spirits, a life drenched in sarcasm and quip, dripping in whimsy.
Since I’m in my 30s now…
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the experience of joy. As if within any given moment, she will be ripped away, leaving a gaping hole where my heart used to beat.
The Choice is Mine
I've decided I'm no longer going to suffer I'm done with pain I'm over grief I've suffered enough
Death by Seedling
I feel excavated. Like a buoyant log atop a sea stampede, shafted from the earth and cursed by the sun to bleach.
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Here is a step-by-step DIY guide to extending the life of your Anthropologie Capri Blue candles and re-purposing the jar.
Mind The Mess On Mondays 