Last night I closed my eyes and dreamed of a house with no windows, one with flowers growing along the sides, with a perfect mother and a perfect father. I peeled back layers of my soul...

As my body sat still on the wooden bench by the water, my soul floated everywhere, catching bits and pieces of the earth along its fingertips, and storing them in my chest. It floated a...

I was shedding my skin as the trees shed their leaves– I was breaking my bones so that I could still sleep under the same covers, I was aching, I was growing, I was becoming. My hands...

I think you could collapse against… your winded breath seeping into my… becoming my own. I think you could run away from ho… but you would always find your sha…

The colors of your breath are drip… The feelings of the wind curl arou… I will hold you until my hands bec… to put you down. I found your shadow resting in bet…

It was a chilled december night, the night I told her to be still, for all I want is to listen to the world inside you– it’s winds rushing around your hair, it’s moon walking down your ...

You held me in your arms in the middle of November. We were drenched in moonlight and choking on ecstasy, from the rapture of each others smiles. As the warmth of your fingertips tickle...

I have written about you for so long, and now finally my eyes lay before you, mother ocean. All of my poems seem to gather your energy, they roar with your voice and shine from your sun...

My breath is a living travesty, of what really breathes inside me. My veins are made of fraudulence, they are a paradox of the blood that runs rampantly through them. My skin is weak bu...

I sat on the edge of London, people caressing the sweet air around me, like the way the rain would catch onto the tips of your eyelashes, and fall slowly to sleep. Your brown eyes penet...

We smiled at each other one afternoon in September. From the moment our eyes met I had learned of every piece of your soul, but yet mine still thirsted to know more. As time pushed on y...

I pulled out the monsters from ben… When you asked me to tell you what was on my mind, I… I asked you, what it felt like

I am not lonely, she marveled to the moon, while hi… I have art, I have endless amounts of art livi… But

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...