Past Life I roll your name around on my tongue like one of the raspberry candies my grandmother used to give me. Sticky sweet, bursts of flavor sliding down my throat, your name reminds me of another time, a past life.
Barbed Wire Love is not supposed to feel like barbed wire, the jagged edges ripping your lungs and and love is not supposed to feel like ghosts have carved out their home in your body.
Recurrent Nightmare I see you everywhere. You’re in Night drives and Twisted sheets, Old horror films and Glitter crusted boots, Spiked hair and Succulents and Triple chocolate cake. You’re in Dial tones and Unanswered messages, Seen at 1:43 am, Purple vomit On the club floor. Broken bones and Sharp promises I know you… Continue reading Poem: Recurrent Nightmare
Submit Your Writing (and art, and photography) When I created this blog, it was with the intention to share creative work, ranging from poetry to longer fiction, and including art and photography as well. However, what I want for this blog is to include the reader in the creative experience, so I've created a page… Continue reading Poem: Anyway + Submit Your Writing
A poem I wrote for a girl one summer.
This post was inspired by Lily Singh's video on ending girl hate. At some point in our lives, we were taught to dislike and distrust other girls. I'd love to know the psychology behind this, but unfortunately haven't read into it yet. Whatever it is, it pays no regard to how close you are to… Continue reading End Girl Hate (#GirlLove)