Again, I turn the word in my hands,its edges worn, yet sharp.To be all but a tray—an offering, a vessel,laid bare at the feastwhere no invitation waits.
Crushed Lavender
I used to greet the desert sun mid-summer and beaming vital as daybreak swelled and golden by noon
Honeysuckle and Heat
I want to write a poem compare the dew of your lips on a wind-swept summer morning to honeysuckle
Write to me
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
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
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
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 4
To crack open.
Like the smile of an addict
Mind The Mess On Mondays 