BODIES IN OASIS

you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

To You Who Went Ahead With It ✓

PART TWO: Twenty-four letters to the girl he saw went ahead with it to forget about her. || Poetry collection

TRANSIENT

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

poems

written poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.

EARTHLY SINS & CELESTIAL HYMNS.

[ POETRY & PROSE- SHORT POEMS- AN ANTHOLOGY] A BOOK HOME TO: WOUNDS THAT REMIND YOU OF HOUSES- THE COLD, THE WARMTH- THE OVER ZEALOUS HEARTS & BROKEN SOULS, HANGING OFF OF CHANDELIERS AND FIRE LAMPS.

GROWING THORNS & DUST.

[ POETRY - SHORT POEMS - AN ANTHOLOGY ] WARNING: CONTAINS USAGE OF NOSTALGIC & TRIGGERED MANIA- A LIFE LIVED AND LOVED UNDER BLEEDING GUMS. photo cr: hollis brown thornton on flickr #4 in poetrycollection [28-11-2021]

Lush Life ✓

"I want to be perfect. That's for the better, correct?" Ten rhymed poems, ten free-versed. All of which about the many colors of life. || Poetry collection May contain triggers. Read at your own risk. #1 in poetry (15/01/2022, 23/03/2022 & 29/04/2022), #1 in poem (30/04/2022 & 13/12/2022) & #1 in insight (01/04/20...

oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.

oneirataxia; (n.): the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality. NEW BOOK: THE SHADE OF FLOWERS/POETRY BY K.H., OUT NOW!

cacophony

a trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020

idle visions | poetic prose & one-liners

sometimes i scream at my ceiling. then i jot down whatever i screamed.

nightlight

literal 9th grade poetry // "some feelings are forever ironic: only when i am most lost does a firefly's nightcandle alight before my cozy corner in this void; at least when my fingers hold a pen, i feel a semblance of touching it." // there's always so much still left to say, so i tell it to the page; you are w...

a song to eternity from the halcyon days

unsorted poetry from those middle school days when every glance feels like the end of the world. truly been a while. // Always saw Always remembered Always thought Always been in my heart Waiting to be set free The song never stops Never closes Never ends For the mind never ends