seventeen

Twenty five years and what have you done?  You are still just a little girl, a little girl  afraid of the world. Terrified of being lost, invisible   to the world that already doesn’t know who you are.  You do not exist to them, and it’s so pitiful you think so.    When I see you- …

you,prisoner

    I often think of my inspirations, or my lack thereof, and I wonder why I keep coming back to this place. You are no longer a safe haven for me, you remind me of things they have forgotten about, you keep me trapped. I have been confined by these lines for more than…

rewind

    What did I do what have I done I replay in my head every minute every motion I had that could've fueled this to happen I count the seconds in your eyes trying to figure out which thing you'll say now to lie to me about How about the you’re the only one…

Sunshine Blogger Award

  Ah, I don't even know what to say, I'm truly speechless right now. Thank you so much Kenya for nominating me for this. It means the world to me, honestly I can't even put into words how much I appreciate this, especially having only just started this blog at the beginning of the year. I didn't…

Missing Daisies

    What does it feel like to be missed?   Is it like looking at the stars and they finally gaze back at you?   I imagine it’s like a four leaf clover wanting to be found how winter welcomes spring all the snowflakes kissing tulips   Do you miss me?   I like…

1st September Miracle

    It helps me writing everyday, knowing that at the end of the month, I have something to look forward to. I once thought it was a burden, and maybe I still have some type of remorse for it, but for the most part it helps me; lets me know that maybe, just maybe you…

Buds of Heliogabalus

    I dream of you when the clouds cover the skies when droplets of dew kiss my feet   That earth singes my veins seeping my streams with tad bits of his story   Bronze shaped features melancholy memories that only you and I ever spoke of   We talked of the stars etched…

Unbosoming Myself

I’ve decided not to write a poem today, and instead I wanted to talk to you. Though it might not bring you any meaning or any type of entertainment, my conversing with you that is, but I’ve written a fair share amount of poetry this month so I thought it might be time for indulgence.…