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!
Black & White
Poems from B&W and the B&W era
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
Poetry
Permission to rest
It’s okay. You can rest. There is no race. There is no test. There is no need to make a sound. There is nobody else around. There is a reason to improve. A time to stop. A time to move. If you need to fall apart, you are allowed
Poetry
Paintover
Strings pull in opposing directions Threaten to tighten their hold Every step stitches them deeper Binding me fast to the mold I’m scared to split down the middle ‘Stop exaggerating’ I am told Afraid a single mistake shatters And leaves me alone in the cold A crevasse this deep
Poetry
El mundo no lo vemos
I don’t have your answers I only found mine El mundo no lo vemos como es, sino como somos nosotres We don't see the world as it is, we see it as we are
Poetry
Gloops
I thought looking at me would be hard But you drew stars around my scars Nebula dancing across my bruises Filling me up with reasons to choose this I was taught love was sacrifice Devotion a need to compromise But maybe instead of falling we rise Into safety with open