Oblivion

Shovel this dirt.
It’s not good enough

I need more,

Breathe Your Heart

Words are powerful.

Create worlds out of nothing,
feel the energy from the pen move with the ink.
Continue reading “Breathe Your Heart” →

I can no longer tell if this shadow
hidden
somewhere deep
was created or always was. Continue reading “On the Edge” →

Is it possible to split this heart in two and give away the pieces?

They are sharp, jagged.
Not equal,
not perfect halves.
Continue reading “Possible” →

Relax
here’s a small pond

The water feels like needles pricking every inch of me
but never strong enough to rip me open

I never kept track of our kisses.
I can’t remember which one
was the last.

The pain is not a secret.
Although I throw scarred leather
over these bones,
the angles of my heart still rip through paper

I screamed
at the top of my lungs,
but in my head,
no one heard.