Poetry is the blood that runs rampant through my veins. It is the smell of grass against the harsh winds, that smack against my frail cheekbones, reminding me that you’re no longer by m...

Oh what a beautiful soul you have, your skin doesn’t glisten and your eyes don’t shine. But your soul is bright enough for the both of them. I can feel the ocean beating inside your lun...

Because my father never told me, that my jupiter hands were glisten… Planets spinning all around me, All inside me; I let my fingers be cut away with…

When the night is silent and the s… What color is your soul and where… When you listen, The moon howls louder than the wol… Where are we going anyway? Were a…

When you look at a human being, you do not see their mind or their soul. You see their body, their shell. No one knows of the place this human lives, this person, that you’re standing r...

You held me in your arms in the middle of November. We were drenched in moonlight and choking on ecstasy, from the rapture of each others smiles. As the warmth of your fingertips tickle...

There’s a rain cloud in my chest, and it’s beginning to storm inside my lungs. Theres lightning in my veins and thunder playing its song below my paper skin. The bitter taste of autumn ...

She lived with her bare feet buried in the grass, and her palms outstretched against the willow trees, carving her memories into their trunks, and breathing their story’s into her salt ...

For you I let my heart flinch lik… I blame it on you but I know I’m… Home seems a little smaller now.… I left the black and blue’s on my… This missing puzzle piece has muff…

I stood with my back to the mouth of the open field, my reflection pressed hard against the river’s teeth, my sharp face looking back at me; I am clothed in a skin I never asked to be k...

My hips are turning into tidal waves, dreams of what my bones can no longer live up to– expectations, drenched in stardust, longing, expectations, too high for my hands to reach. There ...

It was a clean break of the neck, the weight of his absence sitting on her shoulders. My mother she promised to love you, even if it meant keeping your side of the bed warm while you we...

As I consumed the wooden air around me, inhaling pieces of the earth into my paper lungs, suddenly the words that I’ve kept alive along my wild lips, I’ve realized are not the same, as ...