the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by

from the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016

fruit punch lips

in the velvet night (loosely based on Lolita by Lana Del Rey) colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016 #projectpoc #saveblackcharacters

honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman

honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018

but i must admit

“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”

he smirks as he tips guns to bruised temples

broken-hearted boys

please don't die

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

boys

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips

of blind heroines and foolish heroes

“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”

dust is gone.

in which there are thoughts.

NOT YOURS TO KEEP

my heart becomes worthy

tattoo me into your bones so you'll never forget what bad faith tastes like

jus cant shake u

TRANSIENT

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

astronomy•poetry

these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins

crying glitter and drinking stars

a collection of poems (random crap about the deep abyss of my fucked up mind and some poems about summer flowers and stupid love)

Creativity, Complexity, Chance and Chaos

creativity, complexity, chance and chaos. poetry collection 2013-14.

Intoxicated

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]

Inkmouth

in the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]

PLAYPLACE

a collection of horrid poems [2016]

open letters to no one

poems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream so loud my window shatters. I scream in here.

haikus

seventeen syllables, telling stories. highest poems ranking: #21 highest poetry ranking: #16 highest haiku tag ranking: #1

pink bath.

mother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]

Haunted (Poetry)

Inside of my head lies rooms of emotions, and stories. I don't own this empire of a hotel on my own, though. If you listen and look closely, you'll find blood within every shade of red, ghosts in every mirror, and screams in every ballad. I'm haunted. These rooms have memories that sometimes can only be spoken by the...

2016 Memories / For the 17 to my 83

I am afraid of not documenting this, therefore I am randomly writing a series of events that have happened in my life over this year in order to save them from oblivion. this is my life. don't expect it to make sense

LIGHTS (Poetry)

2016/2017 Poetry And we can watch the lights of my city from the top of the world

With Souls As Black As Charcoal (Poetry)

2016

astrophilia | ✔

oh how each of their axes defined who they are. {lowercase intended} Credit to @smolseal for the current cover!

..:poetry:..

written by me...enjoy. °°°lowercase intended°°°

fifteen (XV)

i prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published. they were written through a time span of about three years. my period...

creating constellations

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

loud poetry from a quiet girl

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry