I’ll wait until we’ve clipped every fruit
And ripped up the roots
Winter is here
But if you believe in Spring
We can re-grow
Browsing category: Poetry
Venom
I’m a venomous girl
Coiled sweetly in your palm
I have a mouthful of poison
Ready to kiss your neck
The Writer
I fall asleep next to my journal every night
I breathe onto it with my head on the pillow
Because no one can comfort me
Like I’m comforted when I write
Prayer For The Universe
Here is a prayer
For the magic
Of the Universe:
Guide me
Where I am meant to go
I am listening
For the moon calls
And snake whispers
Because my spirit
Could use
A sprig of mint
New Moon
I won’t come out
And light things up for you
I’m a new moon tonight
Skin
The wind blows
And knocks me over
I see your skin
And I’m weak I’m weak I’m weak
The Revolution
One day I’ll look back on this
As a small fleck of time
And see it as
The big revolution of my soul
Life of a Poet
The way musicians can see rhythm
And painters can feel colors
The thoughts I have just before bed
They are poems in my head
Red Zone
It’s difficult to peel my skin from yours
To keep my words to myself
And contain my heart like a balloon
Because as I expose myself to love
It’s known that
Equally pain will come
I know what I want
But I see how dangerous it is
Spring
Flowers are coloring themselves in
And the wind is blowing love songs through my hair
I’m free
My heart exposed
I lost you
But I’m falling in love with myself

