I am a mess. My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet. I feel the corners of my mouth move … Continue reading Messy
I have a block in my mind that weighs the rest of my body down Until I am buried beneath the ground Blinded by my apathy and self-doubt. The block causes build up in my brain with random strains of words That mean nothing-- It only … Continue reading The Lack of
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My favorite part of your body Are your hands. They feel like Warmth Sun Light And a little more Ethereal to the touch Than the rest of us. *Inspired by Rupi Kaur
Waiting for love is like Waiting for warmth in December Or for snow in the middle of summer-- It's as consistent as the weather And as simple as an atom, Or a quiet explosion-- But I can't seem to find it.
Talking sounds more like listening To bursts of thunder crackling in the distance Filling the room with static Until the build up in our space becomes charged with rage-- Until everything has changed-- Until our bodies become nothing but pieces of wreckage: A chaotic explosion … Continue reading Listen
My heart is fractured by beating fists. Voices reach the inner workings of my body And push me to hide-- But darkness looks a lot like fear. I'm blindly moving through lost caverns Fighting for an answer-- But it isn't here.