if you’re looking for a girl to spend your night with bodies intertwined, tangling underneath soft pink bed sheets who will cook you breakfast in the morning, pour black coffee into her favorite mug and put it in your cold hands i’m not the girl you want but if you want a girl to meet … Continue reading
As I (not so) patiently wait for Gretchen Gomez's release of her second collection, Welcome to Ghost Town I decided this was the perfect time to reread her debut, an Amazon best seller, Love, and You I first read Love, and You about a year ago right after the end of a toxic and all around … Continue reading Love, and you
I promised June poetry prompts, and even though I'm going on a slight break from everything I always follow through with my promises. I really hope if anyone participates in these that they tag me so I can read everyone's work! 1: self ... soft ... shut in 2: rainbows at midnight 3: what are … Continue reading #WriteYourTruth
for most of my life I locked a part of me away tucked in deep somewhere no one could find her. I wasn't ashamed of her I wanted to protect her. she had a tender side, a soft side that was full of kindness and light and she had all this hidden love to share … Continue reading Write your truth – day one
I released the title of my second poetry collection back in December, but kind of just dropped any word of it right after so I thought it was only right to write a little about it. Currently, It's not you (and other lies we tell) or "lies we tell" is it it's very early stages … Continue reading It’s not you (and other lies we tell)
we can see that the sky is on fire yet that won't stop us from dancing under the neon flames as embers fall beneath our feet, we're careful not to step on them and kick them back into the cold night air. we realize this may be our last time together but if the world … Continue reading
ghosts i never felt haunted by their presence. they've always treated me as an old friend. when i'm alone i find comfort in knowing that they are with me. wherever i lead they always follow.
feathers one by one i started to add to my collection. i found one on top of the stone wall along side the ocean. another i picked up off the cold city block on a deary day, my vision impaired by the thick gray fog - or perhaps salt stains from my tears. i borrowed … Continue reading