Poetry

r e d

the world is uncertain and you are beautiful and unfair you’re a forest fire – eye catching and destructive i want to hold you, but it will only kill me considering you a flame was the first mistake they made you are what killed dinosaurs you are what volcanoes spit out like poison because you…… Continue reading r e d

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things to fill your heart with

the painted sky during dawn and dusk long conversations late at night smol succulents the smell of old books pacific winds heart shaped doodles the clink of teacups songs that heal you in ways cherry blossom petals van gogh’s starry night sense of serenity cozy sweaters bits of the moon lighting and thunderstorms reminders of…… Continue reading things to fill your heart with

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my poems aren’t you

my poems can never be you, the one thing i want them to be

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i bring the revolution with me

my grandmother told me one day that I was named after a constellation so when you see me being reckless it’s because my ancestors were meteoroids powerful and earth shattering tearing the atmosphere like a stubborn lightning strike i was a haphazard shooting star before they tried to tame me i carve the universe on…… Continue reading i bring the revolution with me

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2018 – an ex lover ( a poem)

a poem where i personify 2018 into an ex lover

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i miss yesterday

an ode to the yesterdays i cherish

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hating yourself isn’t poetry

hating yourself isn’t poetry my love show me all your scars and let me kiss them gently     your flaws aren’t ugly my darling they’re like the wings of a butterfly you can’t see them completely yourself but i can and they’re beautiful like a rose gold sunset   those who hurt you don’t…… Continue reading hating yourself isn’t poetry

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I Am Not Glass, I Am Rome

now do not misunderstand me when I say I’m broken by broken I mean – a broken weapon like a sword that’s broken into two for when it went through war it cut what came in its way and its final victory is it’s open wound chanting its glory so if you ever kiss me…… Continue reading I Am Not Glass, I Am Rome

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I came here to build you [not to love]

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Let’s meet there

See you soon okay?

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I Like The Early Hours of A New Day

    I like the early hours of a new day When people are deep in a slumber And the vehicles aren’t creating too much noise on the street The new air still untouched by noisy inventions on wheels   I like the early hours of a new day When you can do whatever you…… Continue reading I Like The Early Hours of A New Day