Poetry
Academia
I don’t need flowery language to be misunderstood All I need do is speak to the same dusty old fools
Poetry
Doomscroll
First I was stressed Now I’m depressed My body craves an ounce of rest But scrolling is what I do best
Poetry
Palestine is under attack
TW: idk what to say I'm stating what's happening and it's harrowing Social pressure and politeness demand that I keep my mouth shut, but I've spent long enough playing nice for the morally corrupt. Children are starving to death. Human beings are
Poetry
Rosebuds
In opening myself up to rejection I’m more terrified of a yes. The gallop in my heart belies danger I can’t put sweet words to the test. It’s easy when you’re being kind. Scrambling for one piece of my mind. Chilled bodies softly intertwine. Gripped by
Poetry
Only Child
Being an only child is begging your parents for a scrap of attention. Play with me! Play with me! Look at what I made! I’ll do better next time, promise! Can you please just stay? Are you mad at me? Oh no. I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet!
Poetry
Younger me
I can see you’re struggling, but you don’t have to hide. There is one sanctuary still, I’ve hidden it deep inside. I know it feels like the world hates you, but it’s pipe smoke through a screen. It has nothing to do with you at all,
Poetry
Hater
Poisoned blade dripping with hate. Empty words are easy to erase. Glitter bombs and stolen frocks. Don't need evidence to unlock. Secrets you think I actually believe, you're not the first, but still I seethe. Try me bitch. I'm no snitch. Not because I&
Poetry
The Tale of Mr. Tod
You met me before the change Stagnant Stuck Rotting I was ugly on the outside. Poison recycling my tired veins. You looked at me with honey in your eyes, like I was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You tasted me with the naive eagerness of youth,
Poetry
Scream
You can train every day of your life Until your fingers are bloody And your throat is raw But the scream comes from within The scream is your roar
Poetry
Fans
To those eager to see me fail, please enjoy the show. To those hoping to see me give up, lock in for an endless road.
Poetry
Realize
TW Sexual Violence I don’t really feel like this body is mine. My heart feels sick. Poison pumping through my veins. New pain is enriched. It happened over again. Your hands are still touching me. Lumbar in pain. You’re holding me down. I struggle in vain. Let go
Poetry
Macro
Floating rock hurtling through space Battleground of 8 billion mistakes Maybe the reason we bake cakes Is to prepare ourselves to see the things we love be devoured by those around us I see warnings in festivities Sharp tongues coated in civilities Empty smiles soften hostilities Why am I the