I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

queer poems about beautiful cold things like you and the moon

metanoia (noun): the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.

you're gonna hate me after this.

Verse after verse, I want to go home. P.S. These poems are just word vomit-- from when I was 17. They've aged, but there's no harm in letting them have a home here.

a collection.

my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]

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