It’s funny how I always end up here, on Broadmor street. Every time I feel more pain than I can handle I drive to my old house to end it, or maybe for a second to breath since I never end up doing it. I’m afraid to say these things out loud, but then I … More Homesick
Who am I, do I matter, do I exist? Most days it doesn’t feel like it. Most days I don’t feel like a person at all. Just a machine, rolling through the months on autopilot. I don’t understand how it got this way. A little girl with big eyes and big dreams wouldn’t recognize herself … More Blank
I’ve been misunderstood when I tried to be everything I could. My name, dragged through the mud and now there’s too much bad blood. I have ex’s who claim I’m cold and cruel, shallow and toxic but really my touch was just too hypnotic. I can’t sit here and play the angel when I know … More Wildfire
You ask me why I’m such a cynic, why I don’t think about our future, why I’m so cold. Because all love stories end the same, morose way. I told you from the start I didn’t believe in love, I told you my heart was out of service. You don’t listen when I say I’ve … More Dear Lover,
Just a drop, just a sliver, just a taste to release a shiver. Pressure building in my temples, I have you to thank for the way I begin to tremble. Unfriended, unfollowed, lost the connection I guess it was borrowed. I look to the sun for hope, hidden by clouds I trudge around and mope. … More Runaway
The way a little bird sings I pour my heart to a lover who doesn’t listen.I simply can’t write when you can’t read.My words are filled with colors and feelings, a language you don’t understand.In love with a soul so unlike mine, yours doesn’t cry and bleed for the shades of a butterfly’s wings, it … More Cheetoes & Chocolate Milk
This isn’t a happy story. It doesn’t entail a suburban home with one or two loving parents. It doesn’t come with any warmth or nurturing, no this story is dark and cold. It’s full of misery and empty vodka bottles, prescription pills and razor blades. A broken woman cries alone in her bitterness, resentful of … More Low
When you held my hand I held my breath and your girl didn’t like that.Numb nosed through the twists and turns of IKEA, I looked at you and muttered I like your style.Push and pull like magnets while I watch you drag a cig you never finish.When you had no furniture, we sat on your … More i wrote u a poem for ur surprise
To control the population’s growing emotional epidemic the government cultivates a vaccine that handicaps the brain’s ability to process emotion. In a fight to feel a rebellion forms below the city where drugs are now emotions and the body count keeps rising. … More Stimulants
Will you love me when the filters are off, when all we have are the raw and bittersweet images?Will you love me in the morning before I’m put together, bare-faced and hair undone?Will you love me despite the cold in my bones and the mess in my head?Tell me, will you love me through the … More Unconditional
Golden Era 