the poems of a sixteen year old girl. life is a mess.

nonsense from a teenager who enjoys poetry.

we are standing on the rubble of our past, reaching for the stars yet to be born. 1.1 © 2015-2016

my heart becomes worthy

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

the contents of a moleskine i'll probably never fill

It's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it with more deafening thoughts and endless holes. And so you run. You run away from everything. Because you aren't sure how to deal with yourself and the chaos that wraps around you. You're terrified of the chaos that embraces you because it's too quiet. It's all in your mind. No one can hear you scream. The silent chaos are the most dangerous ones. ••• [ a collection of poems ]

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

A story that follows a new romance as it runs its natural course, all recorded in the form of poetry.