I’m back on top, confident now that I won’t be stopped. My cut off is 27, I’ll say it till I die. The blessings have been flooding in and I’m grateful, I don’t cry. I can breath without telling myself I have to, I feel the warmth in my bones flood through. I cut the … More Revival
My wrists are scarred from being bound, my feet bloody from being barefoot and dragged along jagged grounds. I’ve been missing a long time, lost in a forest of sharp teeth, blindfolded and scared I found safety in the arms yanking out my hair and tearing off my clothes. I couldn’t see where he’d been … More missing
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 … More Devil At My Heels
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
She stuffed roses in her mouth to suffocate the lump in her throat but the thorns tore her tongue. Wine is tasteless and love is empty. Memories are stored in a box of sharp objects labeled “danger do not open”. Her fingers tremble as she holds metal to cream, drawing with crimson. Blood is warm … More Thorns
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
