West Dale Palms boulevard Clover avenue I go to the grocery store And I run right into you Ask me how things are back home Do your days ever feel terribly long I say, I have to go Think I know the place where I belong
Hollywood, Los Angeles at dusk Her perfume smelled like camellias that bloom in November They look just like roses, so naturally I’m obsessed Swing the door open to a settled fire, Capture in my hands: tiny, soft embers Collapsing into moonlight, but Cradled like dust I’ll be strong for both of us If I must
Love poem: Grocery store [continued]
You have to feed your nostalgia sometimes It’s really the only way that you’ll survive It’s how you keep the dreams alive It’s the only way they’ll see you on the other side
West Dale Palms boulevard Clover avenue When I go to the grocery store I always look for you
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. The previous subscribe application was not working, so I’ll be testing new ones out soon. x
Poem: Wedding dress
Venom under relapse I had nothing more to say when you turned away I like it here in my baby pink clandestine cave Nothing to eat me away, sharp fumes Fiber optics, flesh under a microscope Baby voices & sketches of solid diameter
Box hair-dye doesn’t quite get the colour right But God knows I keep on trying I don’t often think about it, but I’m so afraid I won’t get what I want That might be what’s best, after all If an admissions team reads my name right That might be the very first time That might be what’s best, after all
A long Victorian sundress for sitting by the pool I think it’s meant to be this way that I often feel misunderstood I no longer try to say the right things But then, I find I’m not saying anything At all At all To anyone at all
I remember when I found those pretty songs That I’d listen to along my drive to and back from university Had this feeling like something was going on So I wrapped myself up in the most beautiful love songs Taking me to a Place I didn’t occupy No, not that night For that long drive Wrapped up tight White crystals shredded into fine crisps Daisies in my long blonde hair
In another life, you could call me up, tell me you’re happy for me too Like I am happy for you Relieved for you Green dress, she wore a green dress Had the ceremony of her dreams
Fairy tale, matchmaker – let go of you so you could find your way to her In another life, I’ll evade this charcoal castle Won’t ride a horse because I care for animals of all kinds Won’t check the mailbox, I know no one would write I’m ink that bleeds through Covers your wrists like a car’s headlights Sews your eyes shut so that you could sleep Comfortably, finally, elusively
I know what’s appropriate That is- me, driving to the prettiest love songs If the admissions team doesn’t pronounce my name right That’s perfectly fine
You belong where you belong, in the end Hate every single second They’ll miss you so much back home
Wishing to see snow Wishing to see snow Wishing to see snow Wishing to see snow
Wrapped up tight White crystals shredded into fine crisps Daisies in my long blonde hair
Had the ceremony of her dreams On white amphetamines
