jus cant shake u

she bathes in purple moonlight at 9 am.

❝fill the crevices with water.❞

An anthology on bad verses. (Poetry #1 - 27.6.2016)

we were gods, in our minds.

old poems from an odd time. circa 2015-2016 (ish).

"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016

i just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addiction, sex, sh.

Words are the dim shadows of the forgotten ones, the ones left behind - they are the smiles of the saddened, and the frowns of the kind.