Tag: poetry
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Blank
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 […]
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Wildfire
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 […]
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Dear Lover,
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 […]
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Devil At My Heels
I miss having passion, a rhyme, a purpose, a reason. I miss being five and never wanting to take my life in rainy season. I wish I could find that feeling, touch my soul and have a life more appealing but instead here I am living a life void of meaning. Drugs are a temporary […]
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Cheetoes & Chocolate Milk
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 […]
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Low
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 […]
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Flaws
My hair isn’t naturally straight and sleek, it’s frizzy and unruly. My skin isn’t flawless and bright, it’s uneven and scattered with blemishes.My stomach isn’t flat and toned, it’s soft and sticks out a bit after I eat.My boobs are not big and plump, they are small and perky. My ass is not perfectly rounded […]
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Dreams
It’s the same dream every night. You come back. You tell me you love me and you’re sorry for leaving me in the dark with demons you know I can’t handle. I run my fingers through your hair and crave those green eyes. I’ve missed you I utter over the lump in my throat. And […]
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Mine
she tastes like strawberries and cream her bones are wrapped carefully in soft layers of skin moans and sighs slip out of her pink lips that make a man twist and contort in agony agony only at the restraint not to consume her very being her body curves like art the little blonde hairs along […]