new perspective
just a beachfront of bad blood and a coast that's unclear ; copyright © 2016
if everyone was honest would our society fall? they tell me: if you can't say something nice, say nothing at all { the search for all my mysteriously absent capital letters is still ongoing } My third book of poetry, regrets and successes.
they think i'm weird - i know they do it's true, i'm not like them i'm vulnerable, exposed a snail without its shell that's why the place that i feel safest is the inside of my eyelids where no one else can hurt me if i don't let them in { this is where i take capital letters and i watch them soar majestically out the...
the two of us together we're straining against our stitches so many coded kisses have been encrypted on our lips { this is where we continue to ponder the absence of all capital letters } This is my second book of poetry, a sequel of sorts to Eyes Full of Skies and A Mouthful of Lies.
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets." - Arthur Miller A messy collection of poems written in my formative years. 2016 - 2018 ~~~ Trigger warnings may apply to some of these. Completed
creativity, complexity, chance and chaos. poetry collection 2013-14.
quite literally, pretentious poems, maybe not the other shit, but who knows... yeah just poetry because why write if its just going to sit in a notebook forever? enjoy...
Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
spilling my guts in sharp things and caffeine. hurt me please. i can't do it myself. the guilt is like vomit in my veins. [Poetry #179] [2014-15]
mother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]
This is my poetry, mostly dark, sad or loving. This is where the Emo in me shines brightest.