poems

  • Psalm 23

    He said he had to protect her Had to shield her from the evil in this world She is an empath She feels things more deeply An empath’s curse But he stands guard to make sure she feels safe I’ve never heard him speak this way The tenderness  The care It sounds so sweet Nice…

  • We don’t talk about that

    I could tell you a story about birth  But then she’d have to remember my trauma And we don’t talk about that  I could tell you about my siblings  But I would have to relive everything she said And we don’t talk about that  I could describe all the massive ways I love But then…

  • dissociative fugue

    fly high, baby,love her,love me,just love.seek the freedom you crave,embrace the empathy.make friends with the moon,for no soul knows the full story.elucidate your thoughts,let the truth shine through.you are the only one who can make me fold,in the quiet of dawn, where dreams unfold.

  • generational trauma

    is it because you look at me,and see my father’s eyes, staring back at you,the same flashing smile with bright, bold teeth,carrying memories neither of us can escape?you were just a child,but so was I,and our mothers never loved us,but I believe they tried

  • seduce & destroy

    my bed will be unkept unwelcome blanket just for me selfish will you want to come?

  • odesza

    if i could kill you while playing that merciless melody i would kill you softly and slowly and lovingly would you bleed for me? would you feel my love while i hold your lifeless body? love is all we need don’t you know that? sweet baby sweet lover sweet man you could’ve loved me better…

  • who am i

    The girl I was I am No more And  Will never be

  • 5a.m.

    my best work comes at 5a.m. flowing before the sun rises i wake with my hollow heart and burning chest and i think of you and my mother and her then wish it all away banish it into the sea i wasn’t taught how to love but i can learn cant i?

  • Trailer Trash

    I’ve softened the chapters of my life the edges still tattered but tolerant i still yearn for sleep free from waking The trash is scattered amongst this park always filthy it calms my mind the way you never could Bastard children running barefoot mothers with blank eyes i have tasted the void of emptiness Will…