On the days that I miss you the most,my heart weighs so much thatmy body can not get out of bed. I hear your voice in every twenty-one pilots songso I play their album on loopand I sob along to every lyric. On the days that I miss you the most,I see your face stitched […]
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It’s all you.
You are the blurb,the dedicated to page, the inspirationand every single chapter in the novel of my life.You are my muse,my poems, my verses and stanzasyou are the poetryinside my heart.
Memory Box
Some of my earliest memories are memories with you,how you would bring me along to pick up Rita from school.I remember how it would take my whole fist just to hold onto one of your fingers, your hands were that big. When I was six years old I went on a school trip to the […]
Loving you is…
Loving you is Loving you is sweaty palms and sudden stutters,it’s endless hours and infinite laughter,it’s intoxicating kissesand morning regrets.Loving you is uncertain like British weather,and exciting like Christmas morning.Loving you is unhealthylike Ross and Racheal, but addictive like nicotine,its wanting what you can’t haveuntil you final have it.Loving you is a car crash.
If anxiety was a person…
Another result of a writing prompt in poetry class, pick a feeling or emotion that you’re familiar with, now imagine that in the human form. What kind of person would they be, what kind of things would they do or say?I decided to pick my good auld friend, anxiety, and try to personify it. If […]
Changing Seasons
Changing Seasons In a city where every day is a miserable December evening she makes me feel like July.She does to me what summer does to treesfills my branches with buds of adventure and excitement and holds me tall and proud of my roots. She’s the hot chocolate to my crisp autumn morning,when I drink from […]
A shot of tequila
A shot of tequila You, are like the shot of tequila that I know I’m going to regret in the morning,but still, recklessly I pour salt onto my wounded heart, throw you down my throat, into my bloodstream,and take your lips in mine, as if my life depends on it, as if they are a slice […]
Is this Poetry?
Is this Poetry? Yesterday I smoked poetry,I got high on the first stanzaand poetry blew my mind. Then I got thirsty, so I drank poetry,poured her into my mouth, and I swallowed poetry. When hunger came knocking, I ate poetry,grilled her until golden brown.made a sandwich taste like poetry. I took a walk on the […]
