A scream a day keeps the voices away
Poetry
Fear of what the light doesn’t touch. Why do I find myself in a rush? Look away, focus on the gloom, I need this delay, trade weapons for tools. Intention. An important distinction. One fools fail to mention. Wield colorless tinctures. Open to new customs, I begin to try.
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It was hard to get out of bed today. The snow fell quite hard and I was shut inside by a blizzard. It stopped though. That snow is piled high on leaves that struggle to hold up the weight of so much icy water. They keep their arms and legs
Inklings
Hi this is a self indulgent post to flex the fact that my adorable, kind, verbose, grammar obsessed, hot friend Esme made me a friendship bracelet 💅
Poetry
My thoughts skewed by past pressures, I am afraid to be seen. Scared you’ll take storge for eros, but that isn’t what I mean, that’s what strangers have seen. So I’ve taken this devotion, This urge to be kind, Keep it secret, Keep it safe, But
Poetry
I want to take away my tenderness Give it back! But I can’t undo the agony of a willing heart attack My muscle aches from every bitty bite you eagerly snatched Bleeding out from forced shapes we willingly mismatched So instead I’ll learn to fail Switch up the
Poetry
I cry like clockwork. I drink the milk. Consume her flesh. Run her ragged with unreasonable demands. She offers a hand, I claw at her arm. More. More! Give me more! I should be satisfied with clothes that don't fit. Food that grates my senses. Roofs that are
Poetry
Once upon a time there was a brave and gentle knight. Her armor polished to the point it reflected the palest moonlight. She heard tall tales of a princess captured by a terrifying beast. To everyone’s surprise, the dragon was a brilliant shade of pink! She rode across hot
Poetry
I am not an open book anymore. I am available to be opened. Ink spills over countless pages, You’d need a lifetime to turn them. I don’t want to watch you read, sit idly by in clear blue sky, Please let me read your pages well, your shoulder
Poetry
Me talking doesn't equal them listening them listening doesn't equal them understanding them understanding doesn't equal them remembering them remembering doesn't equal them acting them acting doesn't equal them staying them staying doesn't equal them committing If they
Poetry
One day I’ll meet a person, She’ll be painfully familiar. Time tics on, beckoning, I slowly start to hear her. Waves on gentle waves, pictures getting clearer. Coloring my pages, a song sent from her soul. I’ll try to keep from falling, but I’m bound to
Poetry
Would you water your plants more often if you could see their pots shedding tears of relief?
Poetry
There’s something in a name. Identity boiled down to it’s essence. The name you chose for me seemed to spill out, Never a question. Certainty, The death of curiosity. There was joy in your voice, Elation at the choice, But when I looked into your eyes, Peeking, painfully