
Tag: poetry




equilibrium
you’re touching
me, calloused
firm fingers

desired effect
simple, effective
solo predicaments





Write for Me
I’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.
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Strange Place to Be
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day


Frozen Strawberry
I never meant for you to know me, never meant to let you in.
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Up-skirt 2
I’ve bathed in the light of a brilliant moon
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starlight laden eyes
halfway through the night
I saw a strange creature

the real you
I wonder if you’re
standing down
or sitting up


nameless woman
already madness moves its mouth
to cover half my soul, its breath like
a snowstorm, making my world cold

Inside Out
Simply fucking
is not enough


Artistic License
I like to litter your
body with kisses


Brilliantly Realigning
I like the shape of my water bottle after a run —crumpled in the corners where my grip was, like I was holding on for life, or something.
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I do love things
Like exploring the texture of things —I love touching things, touching things and tapping into sensations.
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I can’t wait
I can’t wait to climb on top again
I can’t wait to wrap my fingers
around it and hold on tightly.

Face My Face
I need to go to the mirror
and look at myself