I write the stories that need to be told. Writing how I understand myself and other people. It is important to me that everyone’s journey is shared, the good and bad.
I write the stories that need to be told. Writing how I understand myself and other people. It is important to me that everyone’s journey is shared, the good and bad.
My toes are in the sand,
The warm outter layer breaking away
Revealing a cool undertone, like the sound of a flute,
Soft and sweet, melodic.
The gentle crash and fold
Of the waves guide my breath.
Rhythmic and calm, melodic.
My heart beats like waves
splashing up against kelp covered rocks.
Strong and steady, melodic.
My skin laps up the sun’s peachy, gold rays
Observing the warmth like the lov...
I was waling to the damn cending machine to get a package of overpriced gummies. Thats it. All I wanted was some fricking gummies. But no, I can’t even get some damn gummies without getting harassed.—Motherfuckers.
Jackasses. They were nothing but fucking jackasses. Saying how they wanted to gang rape me. Fucking wrestling each other. One saying how he knew I wanted it. Telling his friend to get ...
I hope,
When I go
There will be snow
On my face.
Puffy, like clouds
Swirling around,
But the air,
Will be warm,
Like a calm summer day
Sitting underneath
The palms with the waves.
The world,
Will be still,
As if earth paused
For a moment,
It’ll be quiet
But not silent
Like sitting underwater.
All my favorite memories
Will come flooding back to me
As if I’m there once more.
I’ll see fish,
Vibran...
This is the saddest poem you’ll ever hear.
I wrote it for
My long lost dear,
Anabella.
My darling Anabella,
I held you close
To my heart,
You were in my mind
Even when we were light years apart.
Your softness melted me
From the palms of my hands to my heart.
Your shy laugh set you apart,
And in a crowded room,
I could never help but look at you
And behold your beauty.
You were the only one for ...
One breath,
Just one more.
It’s just one more breath.
You can manage that.
Don’t quit,
I know you don’t really want to
Die
That is.
But quitting—
Even if i wanted to, I don’t know how.
I never understood
The appeal.
Why?—
Why should I quit?
I have a hundred reasons why I should
But I ignore every one of them.
I ask myself, am I smart enough?—
No. No, I’m not smart enough.
Am I pretty enou...
Day 1
124 lbs
Wishing stone, wishing stone, listen to my plea. Wishing stone, wishing stone, here is what I wish of thee. Please make pretty wishing stone, like girls in magazines. My me pretty wishing stone so guys will notice me.
Day 15
125 lbs
Wishing stone, wishing stone, nothing works for me. Wishing stone, wishing stone, what will make me pretty?
Day 19
125 lbs
Wishing stone, wishing st...
I am not
interested
in a world
where
women must say
yes
because
they are
too afriad of
what will happen
if they
say no.
I am
not
interested in
a world that thinks
by putting one
woman on
top
we have
created equality.
Equality
cannot
simply be achieved
with
one
woman.
Men fill up space
and
no man
seems
to worry
that another man in the field
means
he’ll lose
his spot.
Women must also
take up
spac...
Autumn leaves dance from the sky
Drifting down, past her smile.
Precious white flurries land on my tongue.
I look over at her, making dove white angels with big, pearly smiles.
Slowly, staring at the screen, I move my hand slightly towards her’s,
And she looks down with a smile.
We dance in the night, covered in glittering lights,
She spins and she spins as the lights find her smile.
Gently I ...
She looked over her shoulder with a careful side eye. The girls were huddled close together, their arms were brushing up against each other’s.
“Hush Lucy!” Whispered Vivica. Her voice commanded a careful authority. “You can’t speak too loud.”
“I know, Vivi. But this just pisses me off so much!”
“And that’s exactly why we need to do it sooner than later.” Vivica spoke with a sharpness to her wor...