They asked me to become something louder, something less childlike, something more of what isn’t, between the cracks of what is. I told them I had fire between my teeth, I warned them, ...
Your name is stuck in my throat, and it burns every time I say it out loud. It’s a match that will never go out, it’s a flame that’s burning down the whole town that is my body. It’s le...
Your body was my home, my bones were planted beneath your skin like sunflowers that felt the sun for the first time. You breathed planets into my spine and for the first time, I tasted ...
Voiceless sky The stars in the night Danced over my fragile bones Freeing my demons. Nostalgia
The rain is falling down around me, as each drop touches my delicate skin, they tell me a secret they learned from the sky. There’s waves in my hair and stars sleeping inside my lungs. ...
I have written about you for so long, and now finally my eyes lay before you, mother ocean. All of my poems seem to gather your energy, they roar with your voice and shine from your sun...
When June falls down around your… Wash the abandonment from your hai… Grab fistfuls of language you can… Wrap your tongue around any boy’s… It doesn’t matter if his mouth tas…
Something has been stolen from this delicate November sky. The world underneath it seems quieter, and the people seem emptier. The last thunderstorm rolled off my tongue the way that wo...
It’s the year that you shed your childhood skin, it’s the day you wake up and realize you’re no longer sleeping in your own bed, It’s the feeling you get in the base of your ribcage,...
A child sleeping in the crook of her fathers arm, Memories dripping down our splintered limbs, our skin a puddle at our feet You were always something too far away for me to reach. ...
You held my hands when I was too… All I knew was that I liked the w… You watched me grow, and you grew… Like I was a night sky you filled… When people asked for my name I f…
My soul is painted sapphire, as I run through the fields of sun… your shadow running beside me. My soul is painted sapphire, maybe because,
There was something heavy about th… Or maybe it was the way it didn’t… I wear October on my forearms lik… That I can not take off until it… I have finished the words that tri…
I was sixteen when I fell to the bottom of the e… It’s soul ripping through my child… swallowing my innocence whole. I was fifteen when I heard the so…
You slept with stars inside your c… Your skin a product of the moon’s… You had flowers spilling out the c… my tongue every time we kissed. I will never forget the first time…