it’d be a thousand miles to the east and almost two thousand miles to the west but I am willing to fly, drive, take a bus, or walk, across those stretches of land so that I can hug my partners so that I can kiss them and cuddle them and just be with them for…
Tag: free verse
so love
Hate spews Hate burns Hate tricks Hate destroys Hate rips and tears Hate takes all that's well And makes it wrong. All that's loved Suddenly gone. It rips families and friends To pieces It wrongly convicts And strips those of what's needed. Hate breaks. So love. Love mends old wounds Love resolves old tunes Love…
collision
we met at the collision of words and summer storms laughing in purple hoodies and spreading our hair through warm grass we forgot the reasons we shouldn’t and locked fingers under streetlights, too busy making memories out of mosquito bites to remember the rest of the world we drowned our feelings in the sparkling rain…
Point A
We are more then a midsummer dream, I swear. We are more then what I have left- a green shirt with an inside joke that washed off too easily one blurry photo a longer-then-it-should-have been note in the pen that never smudged We are something too big to hold. Tapping morse code of our own…
A Collection of Poems
remembering your wings my fairy wings grew in between my shoulder blades sprouting from skin like a tulip pushing itself up from its bulb into the fresh air of the spinning world. nail clippers and scissors are not strong enough to trim wings never enough to make you forget that your petals and hands and…
Imagine
Imagine Just for a moment A world A lot like our own But also different It doesn’t have aliens Or mermaids Or magic So maybe it’s not that different But one difference That this world doesn’t have Is that In this imaginary Similar but different World Anyone can be whatever they want Whether that means…
Infectious
I’ve always been infectious Like mold spreading it’s roots Ruining. I thought that was all I could be But you whispered to me the way A smile could be infectious A single thought inspired me You tiled my whole perspective And I rebuilt hoping for the same care I saw In your eyes, to be…
skin to sky
A short poem reflecting on the loss of a romantic partner as cosmic phenomena.
Mornings
Something about mornings hardly exist Slipping through are sleepy smiles soundless sighs, drifting in and out of sleep Meeting each other’s hazy eyes There was nothing to pierce serenity only the reserved smell of fresh linen and sunlight landing on warm hands; a sight winking in and out of consciousness I could not say if…
Dear Caelie
by Dakota
