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…
Tag: Poetry
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…
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A poem I wrote after I was broken up with by my best friend
to the dresses in my closet
How are you? Besides frilly and heavily gendered, I mean. We've known each other a while, Ever since my aunt declared I would look simply darling In pink with ringlets And I wondered why someone Would ever want to be darling When you could be witty. Even though you're just a piece of cloth, I…
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…
old pennies
Denim shorts smell like old pennies when they're soaked in rainwater. The room smells too clean to have me up on the stage, dripping wet, in front of thirty people Forming a puddle on the dull scratched black of the stage Old pennies and wildflowers and soap and damp skin I press my face into…
