Welcome to my poetry website! Pink poems are love poems & blue poems are more general “life” poems. Each poem is interrupted by photographs and ends when you’ve reached the SoundCloud portion.
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Love poem: Tired surprise
I want someone to unwind me Unravel me & cover me back up with ivory satin Lying on your bed while we listen to electric guitar Devour me on purpose Taste my flesh Get away with murder in a hospital bed
I want to be Your lightning and your fire But calm like a river bed Give to you what your parents never did Be like the cool buzz from half a can of beer Charming, light, open you up to the silliness of life That I hope you see too, and when we come together We can make diamonds come alive Spoon-feed cherry blossoms their evening supper Truly, and I mean truly Care for one another
I’m a swan in the water, I’m a storm when I drive Hands clasped behind his back He doesn’t want to keep talking about this But I do You have to choose somebody that accepts every part of you For someone who’s often misunderstood Such will take a long time I close my eyes and think of how long I’ll be on this ride Then glance in the mirror, see the twinkle in my eyes I could be someone’s most beautiful surprise
Calm like a river bed Charming and light Not afraid of the deep end, the stones with colours that have never been named I don’t want to feel ashamed Of the space I occupy The words that come out when I haven’t thought carefully enough I don’t want to be ashamed Of the person I adore when it’s just me in my room I told you, I’m forever in bloom Vacate the room if that’s not cool with you
Sleeping soundly and not wanting to be disturbed He doesn’t want to keep talking about this But I do I do Thinking about the things that seem to only have meaning for you It’s exhausting Time is fragile A car’s despairing exhaust The first of December’s crystals of frost
Welcome to my poetry website! Pink poems are love poems & blue poems are more general “life” poems. Each poem is interrupted by photographs and ends when you’ve reached the SoundCloud portion.
I’m working on a new email newsletter for post updates. xx
Poem: A city that’s lit by hesitation
I love when you spin your head towards the sea Make little effort in getting to know me Velveteen pink intoxicates you & gets you unglued Turkish golds in Marina del Rey Thought it was ironic I had no memories of that day We could pull the cord at the same time
He said He falls in love way too soon Well, that’s one way to push me away Cos if you don’t Want the love I’m giving you That’s one way to guarantee I won’t stay
Free-er than a girl in a sundress in a field of crystallized diamonds and wildflowers Did I hype you up too much I’m so used to sitting on the sidelines Perhaps I talked about my love for Chicago a bit much You temporize your moves to buy some time In the lights of the city, the hypnotic haze We were strolling along And I was thinking I could really be just about anyone
It’s not my cashmere Tiffany & Co’s, 2 pairs, credit card swipe Not about that, huh, too lavish for ya, huh I’m simple, I’m homemade, I might’ve been Too much of me for the you that you were showing me when you were standing with a cigarette & I thought you should dispose of that properly in a trash can Life’s so lavish when it’s only you that’s there for you I don’t live like that And I was thinking I could really be any other girl
He said He falls in love way too soon I thought well if that’s so, you should call a cab Cos I know a love that’s stronger than that Now that’s one way to push me away Cos if you don’t Want the love I’m giving you Yeah, that’s one way to collapse my stay
I’m in bloom every second of every day Chrysanthemums growing from the ends of my painted fingernails Met a guy that didn’t want to get me cut flowers I thought that’s no way to get through to me My skin grows every time I bleed Like just about everyone else in the universe But I want to matter I want to be more than a body I want to be a safe haven Now that’s one way to push me away I thought he should really call a cab
Born to sit on a staircase sippin’ a blue raspberry Icee Dandelions folding around my shoulders Cut it until it bleeds Unfold it until you find the serenity You locked away for nights like these
He said He falls in love way too soon I thought He should Really call himself a cab
Welcome to my poetry website! Pink poems are love poems & blue poems are more general “life” poems. Each poem is interrupted by photographs and ends when you’ve reached the SoundCloud portion. I’m currently testing a Push notification application. xx
Poem: A million shelves
A maroon carcass that rests gently on the edge of the seashore Fresh propane tank Exclusively at your local corner store Wearing my baby blue doll dress Headaches from thinking about it
What we’ve been through I see it in the corners of this melting igloo Turn up the temperature Sit on the fire escape, heavenly embrace Homemade campfire, fire burning up your home As the water droplets cascade down I see fiber nectar start to turn upside down
Look through the hole on your door To see who’s been knocking all night long Cut the stems from fresh flowers in that old vase Hasn’t lost its sparkle The years are like lightning cables, but I’m so stable Looking through the hole in my door To see who’s been scraping at my windshield all night long
Such a romantic scene, velvet slippers & cleaning-service-fresh satin Mop up discarded memories I aim to please, I aim to please Now I put myself first And the whole world is to burn Too busy listening to jazz to look through the hole in the door You can leave a note You can leave a note
Notebook paper by my bedside Ash covers my deep green eyes You’d think I’d be surprised That disks of memories still replay in my mind While I drive in the rain Smiling, smiling all the way Thunder shifting my car Absolving into the reminisce that is the end of this year
Turn up the temperature Sit on the fire escape You tell people not to do what you really want them to Leave a note Leave a note
Be the bigger man Nine minutes until the fan Turns off for the evening & I’m left to writhe in this heat
Look after me Don’t look behind yourself when you walk down the street Holding a pomegranate smoothie Writing my website in sharpie on street signs
Be the bigger man Cradle your face in your hands Turn up the temperature Turn off the faucet Sit on the fire escape Leave a note and then toss it
The trash can that held a million versions of your most real self
I thought about how you didn’t say Merry Christmas Even though it’s my most favourite of holidays I thought of all the rainy dates The sombre, cold Saturdays Square cross-sections of apple-green pyroxene Hand over my mouth while I scream The antagonism of adenosine by caffeine The nights of unconditional pain Nothing to lose, nothing to gain I thought of you as my John Wayne Only my devotion remained the same
Daffodils paint your iridescent smile I always try to get you to stay for a longer while I’m not who you’re looking for, but I’m trying The roses I buy myself are perpetually dying If you bought them for me, they’d stay alive They’d put their hands on my shoulders when they’d come on by I’d never have to come up with a reason why When you’re faithful and in love There’s no reason to lie
I nailed death decrepit, got it in centuries-old buildings You throw away all the invitations to friends’ weddings I’d love to meet your family I’d love to meet your friends I’d love to meet anybody that admires the time you spend Fixing up daisies Mowing the lawn You softened my view of right and wrong You made me too vague to quite belong
Falling out of love with someone you’ve loved for so long Sounds an awful lot like an unfamiliar song
But I’m learning the chords Your vinyl collection, of course You want me to play housewife and do all your chores But with my pale blonde hair you still manage to get bored The hollowness in my eyes has become an eyesore So when I look directly at you, you just choose to ignore And I wait at the docks, my knees up to the shore If I asked you for freedom, you couldn’t give me any more Spoke to me like a virgin Told the world I was a whore
I could leave tomorrow You wouldn’t say goodbye It was my absolute most favourite holiday And you must have forgotten that brilliant thing you had to say My friends keep saying this time I need to stay away No more watering the garden No more child-like play Find me reminiscing in your spot in the doorway Nostalgia too much to bear Your petit-mal seizure stare I’m not quite there But I’m almost halfway
I molded you into a diamond You decayed that way Now you’re so lost in thought that you’re digging your own grave I’m upset my soft face can’t bring you back Been trying to determine what it is I lack It’s so sad to see you so worn out like that My words are so useless, coated in coal-black You’re so sober when you drink your cognac I keep thinking of this one hazy flashback
It’s you and me on the balcony But this time you’re in love with me
I’m not who you’re looking for, but I’m trying The roses I buy myself are perpetually dying If you bought them for me, they’d stay alive They’d put their hands on my shoulders when they’d come on by I’d never have to come up with a reason why When you’re faithful and in love There’s no reason to lie
You only see black & white but I’m lilac You only see in me all the things I lack A heroin dream that begins and ends with black
I know I said forever, but I’m not coming back I know I said forever, but I’m not coming back
It’s you and me on the balcony But this time you’re in love with me I know I said forever, but I’m not coming back But this time you’re in love with me
I’m a very kind and gracious girl If you let me, I will give you the world But as the brutality of this world continues to unfold My mirror’s edge is veiled, my patience can’t be sold
Give me your garden Make everything quiet I swear I’m prettiest when I’m not lying I won’t give up hoping, I won’t stop trying But it would be a piece of fiction to say I don’t dream of dying
You’re laughing at me My blonde hair blows in the breeze I will prevail, even though they’re dead-set on bringing long-lasting harm to me I see through the trees When I run, you freeze Collapsing in child’s fables isn’t only for the weak Take me with you I want to know what God knows Don’t be scared of the nighttime In the darkest hours, I’m most composed
The more you grow up, the smarter you think you are But in the same circumstances, you always lose yourself I collect hard-cover books of flowers & death spells I know all the wonderful roses by their first and last names I play with my sanity like it’s my favourite win-or-lose game You were always so harsh But me? Oh, so tame Didn’t know how to respond to all the accusations and shame I hate you, I love you It all sounded the same
I’ve decided to take my most loved photo of us down from my shelf I thought it proved we were real The space between you and myself But my mitral valve is still broken, so I can’t afford to inconvenience oneself Though our smiles were true You said it yourself Never seen a girl look at you so warm and heartfelt It hurts now But it didn’t back then Those split seconds repeat in my mind, again and again You were my prince, my most handsome immunogen You said I stunned in my floral dress Dainty and parisienne
I know this frail body wasn’t exactly built to please I’m a young girl too – I have restraint, but I have needs My singleness of purpose is far too remote I tend to break up with boys by posting poems I wrote When I was at my most fragile, I asked you for a rose Your promises were painful because I never got those
But your perseverance to love me will be your best power I stay up wondering how to please you I only sleep a few hours Me at my most tired is me at my most sour How much more beautiful do I need to be, in order to receive a white flower? I’m sort of like a princess stuck at the crown of a tower My father’s hung flyers for the peasants and princes to form a line Some of them have courage Some barely have a spine The common denominator seems to be they’re all trying But if you said it’s to impress me, I’d say that you’re lying
Several days ago, I bought roses To make myself smile I didn’t change the water Just like me, they’re dying
Winters in Chicago were when I felt my most free The wind chill was so strong, I felt it belonged to me It didn’t matter that it was a lake, I still saw it as the sea All I remember are evenings at Argo Tea Feeling happy, just to be me
You must have composure, you must be determined I’m taking care of myself, I’m doing it on purpose The December chill confronts me with things I am sure of Like how spontaneously great heights can collapse Like how the disillusioned are most likely to relapse Like how I felt, true love was almost in my grasp
But as the fog on my window, it visited and then passed It disappeared just like that I’m trying not to react
I’m screaming into my pillow (I’m trying not to react) I’m folding laundry to feel productive (I’m scared of whom I’ll attract) I lied to everybody & said I was fine (I was so scared the whole time) I’m taking every analeptic (I write your name, strike it out with a line)
I picture me in your backyard, Picking grapes off the vine I cried the whole way home, driving past the coastline I thought I didn’t deserve beauty, God doesn’t want me on cloud nine So I hit up your number, Forgot you were atropine And now I’m having trouble sleeping because you aren’t my lifeline I tell you I need you! You say, maybe next time “I’ve got a girl here, she’s helping me escape my mind”
To some people, I’m gorgeous To you, I’m saccharine But everything I am, you will always undermine I’m not your chosen one Never your valentine
I’m the one that treads water Looking for reasons to be alive
If you were safety, you wouldn’t give me your hand You’d sail towards what suits you The palm trees, the sand
I would get tired Give up and drown You wouldn’t say sorry, because you wouldn’t be around
The water obscures my hearing The green-blue current is the only sound I wanted to be loved, the void was what I found But the ocean is my new bliss, so I fade into the background I’m five again, I’ve found my new playground
I would get tired Give up and drown You wouldn’t say sorry, you wouldn’t be around I’m five again, I’ve found my new playground The sea has become my chosen burial ground The green-blue current is the only sound
The void is what I felt, but true love is what I found
