dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

She covers the house in yellow wallpaper, hiding the brutal past that shook the foundations of the house. Her mother hidden away in an institution and her absentee father receiving the bill. Yellow; the color of the end.

i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]

includes comedies, satires, and tragedies.

broken-hearted boys

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞

a small collection of short poems

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

will i fork lightning? will i catch and sing the sun in flight? highest: #12 poetry