I want to write a poem compare the dew of your lips on a wind-swept summer morning to honeysuckle
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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
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.
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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They throw us to the wolves before we even gasp Our first breath. Carnage straight from the womb a feast of supple fat They use honey to suckle on our pride well, my Dear, this bosom has been milked dry.
11 Feminist Memoirs and Essays to Ignite Your Rebel Side
So, here's to women who live beneath a glass ceiling, lobbing rocks into the abyss and hoping their culmination of cracks will cause its very weight to crumble, allowing a collective sigh of relief.
A Warning to Lovers
a secret meeting gone awry
a supposed cold room turned to a boil
she was filled to the brim with bile
Mind The Mess On Mondays 