Browsing category: Poetry

There will be good days and bad days
You can calculate them
With a probability formula
A pros and cons list
And decide whether to stay or let go
Or you can turn up the
Frequencies of your soul
Follow the music
And go where it wants you to grow

He’s on my mind again
Like a calm dark ocean
Ice freezing over the roof

He’s on my mind
Like a weight

Because I’m holding my breath
Exhale

Sometimes I think I made a mistake
I was too much of a thorn
Instead of the rose
When my mind wanders
To the forrest
There is cracked soil
Moss growing over the tree roots
And he’s sitting there
Not even thinking of me

Be careful with writers
They know how to let everyone taste
How you made them feel

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

I’m a venomous girl
Coiled sweetly in your palm
I have a mouthful of poison
Ready to kiss your neck

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