When you look at a human being, you do not see their mind or their soul. You see their body, their shell. No one knows of the place this human lives, this person, that you’re standing r...
My mouth is a field of strangled w… the next time I opened them to rid… My limbs are made of star seeds, p… And I was out in the night dancin… I sat glowing upon this world I o…
As the smoke drains from my ear drums, and travels to your lips, I’m wishing to be standing anywhere but the ground that my heels are pressed against. My heart dreams of laying barefoot...
There will be days where your ches… because you can’t feel anything be… empty. There will be days where you feel… like you’re a paper doll, lying on…
When I was fifteen, I realized that I held the sky in… I looked out my window at the tree… moving faster than my hands could… the feelings they left me with;
I walked hundreds of miles with stars on my feet and the moon on my back, just to hand to you pieces of the earth, that I had gathered along the way. My eighteen years had gone so fast...
I saw you for the first time in 19 months, your hands still felt like lightning bolts, but your mouth no longer had the word stay written across it. I saw you for the first time in 19 m...
Someone once told me I had thunderstorm hands. I never understand what they meant until the sun started to collapse beneath my bony fingertips. You could have put fires out with those h...
Be crumbled, they said. It’s okay to admit you don’t have always copper hands, [my father had copper hands and I guess mine were trying to match] These people they’ll look for you, ...
At 7:07 I lay beneath the newborn sun, as I felt the rush of rain absorb into my lungs, and the heaviness of the sky burst into my chest. I was filled with the onrush of the earth, yet ...
The sound of October has been any… The lions under my skin have eaten… If only their booming roars could… I lay next to you in your king siz… long after you’ve fallen asleep,
I fell in love with the sound of t… It reminded me of the firecracker… when you told me, you could no longer be home to me. I touched the backs of my hands,
You loved me when we were stars in… you floated so far away from me, b… I felt you in my chest. You loved me when you were an ocea… I’d fly so low,
There were sharks in our mouths This is what November tasted of; Blood and not knowing you were an… Pulling out stitches, maybe if I… You told me you were leaving and…
You and me, beneath a plastic tree. It’s where we sleep and there we dream. With cardboard grass growing between our fingers, we sink deep between the earths teeth, the only place our t...
