Never Read

I have posts upon poems that will never see the light of day, not because they aren’t worthy but rather because they are from a time I have since grown. They no longer reflect my current composure and it would be almost a lie to send them out into the world now, as I no…

Maybe Meant To Be, But Not To Last.

Our lives are full of turning points, and sometimes those turning points happen have two eyes and a name. Some people are meant to be together, just not forever. Temporary people are no less significant than those who we find to be permanent. While they do eventually find a parting way in our timelines, they…

Kairosclerosis

For the first time in my life, I am happy alone. I don’t yearn for someone, for somebody to hold or to hold me. For the first time, I don’t want to be involved, to have my name constantly connected to another’s. I want to be my own and my own entirely. This is a…

A Personal Revolution

It’s so much harder to write when you’re happy. When you’re drowning and overwhelmed by emotion, the thoughts pour onto pages as fluidly as water finally causing a rupture in a dam, but when you feel light within you, words become secondary. Nothing even begins to come close to the feeling of a thousand suns…

Your Old Things, Take Them

I’ve got your stuff all pressed and boxed up, the dust collected atop and all. I don’t want this any of it your old t shirts or glass water bottles or our journal lined with bleeding hearts or these mixed CDs I’ve made for you all 9. I don’t want these butterflies that won’t seem…

Where Are You?

I promised I’d always find you but you’ve stolen the sun and now I’m lost.

You’re Going To Live Forever In Me

1,461 nights ago, your heart stopped in your chest and starting beating alongside mine. Your soul left your body and ours joined seamlessly though I am not entirely sure our souls were ever separate to begin with. We are made of the same stars the same flowing ink on pages of never written novels the…

Saudade

4 years ago today I was told you wouldn’t make it. 4 years ago today I didn’t think I would either.

I’m Freezing Over

I don’t understand how you can claim to love someone still so deeply yet feed them icy silence, ignoring their open hand.

Bridges, Burning.

You stood there watching from afar as I writhed gasping for breath as my lungs filled with smoke from the all the bridges of mine that you set flame to bridges I had built with others the bridges that belonged to me bridges you had no right to.

Revival

There are journals and canvases scattered all over the floor left from my 2 AM song lyrics and watercolor ramblings and somehow, their disarrayed arrangement is art within itself that kind of organized chaos I feel like it reflects what my mind looks like currently. Watercolored silhouettes with blended colors, all nonsense unless explained yet…

Writer’s Decongestant

Now I know that this is not a time for us. There are too many miles separating and not enough trust to build off of. I am not asking that you ignore those circumstances, that would be far beyond reason to ask of even myself. In fact, I am not asking anything of you at…

Bonfire Heart

I was aimlessly flipping through my journals aged three years, only to see a letter I had begun to write for you a couple months ago. Buried beneath pages filled with ramblings from a freshman class, there was my handwriting from only a few months ago, graphite still fresh. “Dearest, There are no words for…

Desiderium

I believe a person has multiple soulmates; one for each part of who they are. I wholeheartedly believe you were the soulmate of all the best, most beautiful parts of me.

I Wrote This For You

I am writing this for you. The you who knows me through and through, despite what you may believe, anymore. The you who knows my speech patterns like the chorus to your favorite song and the inside of my hands like your own personal roadmap to our made up constellations. I am writing this in…

Conversations

“Your hair is a bit shorter now.” You tell me this while your hand begins to reach towards the ends which fall somewhere between my shoulders and chin.  I think I can almost hear a tinge of sadness in your voice, but it’s hard to say; you always were rather brilliant at masking your thoughts…

Nepenthe

Sitting in the passenger seat as you leaned over the middle console, serenading me between kisses, promising to share our lives for the next ten minutes. I could feel a smile spread across your face, your cheeks turning upwards against mine. Every constellation was watching us with marvelous envy, wishing desperately they could be as…

Do You?

I want to ask what you think of me. I want to know your candid thoughts when you hear my name. I want to know what swims through your mind when you hear a song I used to sing, windows down, blasting. I want to know if you ever think of me the same times…

I Used To Hold Those Eyes In Mine

I am terrified I will see you look at her the way you used to look at me and I will feel every bone in my body turn to dust under the pressure of my suddenly still heart.

The Paradox Of Unhealing

What do you do when a wound was never given time to heal? It’s been left untreated for months continuously poked and torn and ripped. Do you reach for closure for it to begin mending or do you bite your cheek, tighten your lungs, and walk on? Do you risk what the little stability you…

Revisions

I deleted the pieces of myself I created for other people and replaced them instead with ones I thought people expected of me. I went from a fragile, watered down, diluted version of myself to a scrapbook of traits, none of which are my own. Swapped a severed tongue for one doused in liquid slander….

Always Beside You

You will find me swimming in your mid afternoon coffee and gently staining your upper lip. I’m the string on your guitar that keeps going just slightly out of tune, and only so much to make you laugh and tune me right back up . I will be the single snowflake falling perfectly onto your…

Remember

“Remember this.” my mind muttered to me “Remember how it feels to lay next to her, to feel her beating heart and her gentle breath against your skin.” “Remember how it feels to be comforted simply by her presence, by knowing she’s right beside you.” “Remember feeling whole, complete.” I tried and I tried to hold…

Homesick

Ever since you stepped off my doorstep and boarded the plane, I’ve found myself subconsciously wishing each one passing overhead is one holding you brining you back home to me. It’s only been four days and it feels like weeks. I spend each hour finding new ways to miss you and with each day comes a…

An Eclipse

With you no longer here, no longer in my arms or even the same country, the light has dimmed. You are the sun, the brightness in my life and without you here, the days resume the same dullness the held before you. Tonight starts the month-long eclipse.

Overpass

Headlights passing passing passing Perched on the overhang of the overpass with you beside me. Arm wrapped gently around my shoulders holding me close holding me together. The tip of the unnoticeably less than full moon begins to radiate through the distant bare trees. I looked over at you and realized the moon resembled the reflection of…

Unsent, Unsaid

So much never said never spoken never sent never to be known. I still have so much left to say that I never did and now never can. Do you?  

Dream

What a beautiful sight to see you alive. I dreamt last night. It is incredibly rare that I dream anymore. Most nights are filled with nothingness just warm, exhausted sleep. But last night, I dreamt and I dreamt of you. You were alive once again and laughing. You were laughing and your eyes were filled…

Precipice

Falling Falling Falling Falling Falling Falling Falling Falling Falling F a l l  i  n g off this precipice from a height I cannot measure and to an end I cannot see.     via Daily Prompt: Precipice

Mother’s Day, Once More

Sitting here in my room missing you, again. Although, it’s not a sad feeling. It’s one of appreciation and longing. Yes, of course I do still feel empty, like I am lacking you. I am. I am missing the parts of my soul that were connected to yours. They left the same night you did….

Alphabet

A buried castle deems enchanted, fate gives her imagination. Jubilation keenly loops mystery, never omnipresent. Perhaps quaint red slippers tangle up velvet with xenon yellowed zebras.

Wildflower Words

And here my writing returns back to the oh-so-expected sense of romance the stereotypical and too often dull sense of imagined spark of a seemingly blinded heart falling without any way of catching something to lighten the fall. Poetry of such can far too often turn to a routine written by a blatherskite but life is so…

You Kiss In Colors

It was a moment. A quick, beautiful moment that can only be described as indescribable. We had spent the night celebrating our show with our peers blasting Ed Sheeran and drinking room temperature Coca-Cola. You walked me up to my door and for the first time in months I felt safe. I felt genuinely happy with somebody….

Kiss

“See? Butterflies every time.” Every time.

Astral

Between the gentle swinging of the hammock and the steady rhythm of your heart, that night became my favorite song. Lyrics in the constellations, acoustic guitar in the hum of our voices, and the gentle drum of your heartbeat. Everything was so simple. It felt natural, easy, beautiful, peaceful. Words can’t express how serene I…

Whale Song

And in my sinking heart there is a whale song. The blue whale sings his melodic hum waiting for harmonies to join in. He sings of the tsunamis of overwhelming emotion. He sings of the droughts afterwards. He sings of the unsteady beating of his home, of my heart. He sings of the silent ocean,…

Painted Veins

In this world I have known people to either be artists or to be art. You, my dear, seem to be the wonder of both.

3 Years Later

I never expected people to care. It was never in my mind that individuals in 30 different countries would have my blog address memorized and be visiting it routinely, that there would be fan art made of my words. All this was to me was writing but now, it has become so much more. I remember…

Drained

I want to write. I want to write something but I don’t know how anymore, it seems. I sit here for hours staring down the pixelated screen getting brighter as the room gets darker waiting for some form of anything to come to my mind to dance it’s way across the keyboard. Nothing is coming,…

To The Stars Who Still Listen

I’ve been a mess lately. A colossal one, actually. Everything is in chaos. Just when it all seems to calm down and finally settle, Hell rises once again. I keep going, of course. It gets dizzy going around infinitely, though. I am beginning to develop whiplash from this. You know all of that,  of course, though. Do…

Denouement

I understand if we must let things go but please please do not forget the beauty we held for those years. Do not dismiss the way we took on the world, just the two of us against everything or the way neither of us hesitated to support the other. Always remember the feeling when we laughed until…

Lovingly

And with every ounce of her, she loved. Her eyes reflected light onto the world around her and watercolors danced from her fingertips. She was delicate but she was to be marveled upon. Her entire being was so completely full of compassion and empathy that it seeped from her and onto the shoulders of those…

The Unsolvable Mess

Maybe you are chaotic. Maybe you don’t make sense and can’t be solved but that doesn’t mean you are any less incredible. Some people are easy to put together, little puzzles to be pieced and seen but eventually, the fun of solving that puzzle is over and everything is dull. You, though. You are never…

Your Last Poem

No. No, you know what? You don’t deserve to know my thoughts and the way you’ve been circling my mind. You don’t deserve to have your venomous eyes glorified and romanticized into some beautiful metaphor they are not. You don’t deserve to be painted as something pure, like you did no wrong because in the…

It Took Me 10 Years To Learn That

I was seven years old when my mother told me the brightest, most beautiful insects were the most venomous. I was seventeen years old when I looked into your brilliantly green eyes and realized she had been right.