Poetry

there’s a list of the things I love – a poem

there’s a list of the things I love – ash ash ash chocolate mocha coffee sandalwood soap a sky full of fluffy clouds ash a boy with really beautiful eyes with a mouth full of wonderful things three girls who I would willingly hand the universe to (Egg, El and May) the sound of wind…… Continue reading there’s a list of the things I love – a poem

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

Poetry

my poems aren’t you

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

Poetry

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

Poetry

2018 – an ex lover ( a poem)

a poem where i personify 2018 into an ex lover

Poetry

i miss yesterday

an ode to the yesterdays i cherish

Poetry

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

Poetry

I came here to build you [not to love]

Floating Thoughts

Remember When

Remember when we didn’t know how to speak And we were this helpless little mess Which every thought was cute And they powdered us after we had our bath Put us in soft cotton clothes Gave us soothing warm milk to drink Then touched us like we were fragile And put us to sleep Remember…… Continue reading Remember When

Simply Something

I Am So Much More

Don’t call me pretty Or beautiful, Or tell me I have pretty hair That you want to stroke with your hands I am so much more than what you see I’m a sunflower in a bed of roses Taste of coffee at 3am I’m that bubble floating around finding its way That echo that comes…… Continue reading I Am So Much More

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Let’s meet there

See you soon okay?