I keep writing of dreamsof loves lost found again only in slumberI poeticize the hell out ofunattainableunrecognizablesubconscious renderings. Except it’s not totallyunrecognizableI see shapes and sounds that are vaguely familiarthey resemble my waking lifein a painfully sharp wayleaving me longing for pasts unreachable. Waking up sobbingchest heavingbody tremblingsomehow louder in the calm darknessI curse myselfContinue reading “on existence”
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into the void
I am tiredtired of giving more than I receiveand still feeling so alone.Constantly lost in my thoughts, drowning in despairno one to turn to.People always offer “but you can talk to me!”yet when I do, I can feel the discomfortor they give me some stock reply‘I’m sorry you feel that way!’ ‘That sucks!’Cold & clinical.MaybeContinue reading “into the void”
love letter to the sun
The winter sun is so much different than the summer sunsure she shines all the samebut the heat is barely there.I wish I could adequately explain the way the feeling’s different too.The way she touches my skinand meets my eye, reminding me of all the winters passed.Shivering cold, replaying memories of warmer days.The summer sunContinue reading “love letter to the sun”
there’s no place like….
There is nothing worth saying right nowWe have been stripped of our freedoms time & time againI am a caged bird who refuses to singI am bored and restless and anxious for the future.Others are wondering how they’ll pay their rent or buy foodand I’ve been there, albeit for different reasonsI know it’s hard andContinue reading “there’s no place like….”
One Year
A year has gone byand not a day I haven’t thought of youSometimes I feel like my heart was buried with younot my physical heart, of course but the one that still hurts. I loved you at a time when i needed to be seen and somehow you saw me You taught me a newContinue reading “One Year”
questions
Me and my crystals and mywine. My feelings are so fucking loud I can’t drownsuffocateforgetleave behind. Everything sticks to megoodand bad. It permeates my skin itforms my being.I am an amalgamation of my experiences. Balance balance balance!!!! All I seek is balance. No wait all I seek is to be seen…..understood. What do you doContinue reading “questions”
what doesn’t kill you
Grief is a big feelingthat comfortably stretches out over timeexpanding & contractingunable to be contained She will consume you if you let herthe deep dark cavernous hallsshe’ll show you deep inside The fire burnsbut does she devour inwards or outwardswhat is life without suffering,the perfect partner to pleasure My tears they fall like rainand yetContinue reading “what doesn’t kill you”
hot hot heat
The casual caliente nature that is evoked by the sounds of a Spanish guitarFeeling the soft, sticky hot breeze.A lick of my salty smooth skin. My hips move to the music,the way the leaves sway gently in the wind.I glisten, I glow. A warmth, a devilish nature.I’ve always had this thing inside me;burning passion readyContinue reading “hot hot heat”
reflections on being
I struggle to write the right thing,always concerned with if I sounddeep enough, consumable enoughlike, would I like this if I read it on instagram? Is it relatable enough? Trendy enough?Did I reference the right thing? Do I have the right problems?Or is it just obvious and contrived. Is this my inner critic?Or a glimpseContinue reading “reflections on being”
colour theory
I don’t know what it is for youbut for me it’s music. You know what I meanthat thing that brings you back to a memory No, to a feeling. You crawl into a new skinor really, an old skin. A phase or a versionof who you once were. All that, contained in a lyric, orContinue reading “colour theory”
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