Trying to improve my writing as much as I possibly can, so any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! Edgar Allan Poe = husband and bae <33333
Trying to improve my writing as much as I possibly can, so any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! Edgar Allan Poe = husband and bae <33333
She holds my hand
Our fingers intertwine
Like there’s no other place
For them to find their home
She lets our matching bracelets clink together
My rings dig slightly into her fingers
She doesn’t seem to mind
She never seems to mind
She calls me baby
Her voice is a murmur
When she urges me to rest
And tells me to lie down
She wraps her arm around me
As I drift to sleep
Cuddled up against her sid...
she said kill yourself, i said
i tried.
she said you’re a whore, i said
i know.
she said you look wretched, i said
i see.
he said cut your wrists, i said
my knife is dull.
he said you’re too fat, i said
i’m starving.
he said try being nice, i said
fuck off.
they said do better, i said
i’m trying.
they said work harder, i said
i’m trying.
they said think smarter, i said
i’m trying.
the bott...
the clock on my wall
2am
pitch black
throwing up
scared
don’t cut.
don’t cut.
don’t cut.
the moon
wait for morning
close your eyes
pitying smiles
anguish
don’t cut.
don’t cut.
don’t cut.
the bathroom floor
4am
lights off
violent shaking
empty
don’t cut.
don’t cut.
don’t cut.
my green bracelet
almost there
pink blanket over face
tears down cheeks
strengthening
don’t cut.
don’t cut.
don’t...
A free bird leaps
from thick branch to thin branch
and never stills
lest he be trapped
running from his future
straight into open sky.
But a bird that stalks
on the dewy grass
prefers the safety
of the land mass
his wings aren’t clipped and
his feet aren’t tied
but he refuses to take wing.
The caged bird sings
on the solid ground
of his great fear
without a sound
so his tune’s not heard
and the...
many a winter
come and go
many a kingdom
decimated beside me
many a tree
centuries old
finally burn
once again
fluttering in the wind
green leaves
black ashes
settle at my base
even the night sky
has changed
drastically in my lifetime
from barefooted philosophers
to Nike sneaker influencers
an endless loop
sun up
sun down
moon up
moon down
over and over
someone rewrite
the history
that I’m stuck l...
Promise me you won’t laugh at me
If I tell you I like pink
Promise me you won’t laugh at me
If I tell you I’m a nerd
Promise me you won’t laugh at me
If I tell you the way my mind thinks
Promise me you won’t laugh at me
If I tell you every single thing I fear
Promise me you won’t laugh at me
If I tell you how much sleep I’ve lost
Promise me you won’t laugh at me
If I tell you how many demons ...
i often use the moon when i write
i always personify her as she
sometimes just a friend or guardian
sometimes she represents me
the blood moon matches my heart
as it bleeds in that red hue
i reach my hand out to the sky
look, it matches my wrist too
we block the moon from the sun’s glow
is it a break from suffocation?
it’s too bad we’ll never know
if she lives in eternal damnation
the moon is ...
i talk to myself sometimes
like i talk to the moon,
talk to my heart through confines
wondering if my time will be soon
my brain doesn’t like me,
so it screams in my head
at things i can’t see
about things i now dread
it screams at my soul
and asks why it’s so dark
those screams take a toll
on my poor locked up heart
it screams at my wrists
and asks why they’re not red
it screams at my fists
t...