Poet, artist, and author. Hoping to share my work in a casual and open-ended way that can spur me to new creative depths
Poet, artist, and author. Hoping to share my work in a casual and open-ended way that can spur me to new creative depths
i am but a puzzle, missing pieces
that aren’t really lost, even, just shoved
beneath the carpet, or covered with an
errant coaster, but no one tries to find them
i am but a puzzle, and all my pieces
are easily within reach, i beg please, for
someone to give me enough time for me
to be whole once more- to truly be seen...
cold is not just frost
cold is my bones, brittle
as the layer of ice on
the neighbor’s pool
i’m scared if i speak
too loudly, they’ll snap
and i’ll fall beneath
lately, my bones are cold
ice seeps through my skin
chilling me from the inside
out, and i’m running out
of warmth to give, or love
to melt in the winter...
i’m suddenly so cold
i didn’t realize you
were gone until
your warmth seeped
from the tepid air
leaving me afloat
stranded in nowhere
i cover myself with
a blanket of snow
because suddenly
i know- i’m warmer
in the cold, all alone
than i ever was in
your burning warmth
in ice, the fire crackles
and the smoke sings
here, i whisper “thank you
for nothing.”...
i whispered words that i didn’t mean
and scraped the walls of my heart’s lining
with tears that burned like acid
beauty is pain, and it’s never placid
i balanced my heart on the tip of a pin
it was unstable, god it had been
a long time coming but now i felt
i could truly call myself
the slayer of monsters...