Writing
Hi.
I don't know if you're real. I don't know if you're out there. I don't know if I should be directing this letter at myself. I don't know if these words could ever be about anyone else. There&
Poetry
Unserious poetry by an unhinged poet
Poetry
Who are you?
Are you the girl who tenderly whispered that you would like to live by my side? Are you the maniac who tossed your head back laughing as sadness filled my eyes? Are you the woman whose radiant locks shone golden in the setting sun? Are you the boy who smiled
Poetry
I used to feel ashamed of this picture.
People would look at me with pity, but their kindness was nowhere to be seen. I turned from empty platitudes, seeking shelter through a screen. I stopped getting cat called at least, those same men now recoiled. I stopped hearing about how my beauty made me obnoxiously spoiled. Feeling unworthy
Poetry
Kitchen Table Notes
Esme A quick note. I leave you little notes On a messy kitchen table Just my daily thoughts Or rants about the stars. Your dawn is my good night And I live my life while you're asleep. So we scribble on a screen And speak our idle thoughts.
Writing
A letter I can't send
Dear mom: I miss you. It's so complicated, but right now that's the only thing I feel. The only thing I have space for. I want to cry, but I keep teetering on the edge. Admitting I love you feels like a bottomless pit I'
Poetry
By the time I clock off there's no more sunshine
Do you want to go to the beach? I'd like to take you there, with me. I guess that part was obvious. You can stay in my pocket for now. I'll take out a tripod and show you around. Will you appreciate the beauty I found?
Poetry
I want to say things to you
I want to hold you in my arms and tell you it will all be okay. And if it's not, then I will hold you through the storm and make it okay. And if I can't, then I will help you make it okay. And if
Poetry
I was raised by an artist
Black and white pictures hang on the walls Curdling talent Secrets unsung Knuckle stains from her brawl The blood in her mind covers scribbles in oil Rip out my whimsy Poison my lungs Remains willingly toil A gift from the ocean Colorful silks Mechanical oil Magic grows sick Package me
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Mom
It's never too late Your hair may be turning gray The moon shines brighter through the beauty of your age Will we really be estranged? Your love saved my life Am I not allowed to repay? I will cherish my wife Don't make me run away
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Dad
You were supposed to teach me how to swim Instead you held my head underwater Salt clogged up my lungs Slowed my circulation Hands stay cold Devoid Whirlpools in my chest suck the life out of everything But my heart still fell in love Ripped from the sun Through crashing
Poetry
A Pretty Big Secret
Would you hold my hand when I tell you this? I love you. These words are insufficient. I desire you. I want you. I fixate on every detail. You are the most special of my interests. I'm cooking in the pressure of these urges, an endless tide eroding
Poetry
House full of monsters
Shoutout Uzi for the collab his key Mother serves me up on a silver platter My dad wants my reality to shatter Invisible wire tightens around freshly grown wings It frightens me yet I prevail even when it stings Parroting back sharp words of the monster with which she lays