Chronic Nausea
He was a Christian, a good old gasoline boy. He jostled over to me, swaggering and telling of what layer of Hell I could end up in.
A Poet Explains What’s Going On With Your Emotions This July, According To Your Zodiac Sign
SCORPIO: You’ve brushed so much under the rug that it’s become noticeable. There’s now a lump to avoid in the center of your floor and the only thing left to do is confront it.
Lessons I’ve Learned From A Plant
A Small Poem About Big Things
This poem will not absolve me of all my sins or even scrub me clean but I am turning the faucet on
A Love Poem To Myself
On Not Being Able To Love You Out Loud
You smile, and your mother asks, “what’s his name?”
It can only be described as a shard of glass piercing your heart.
I Don’t Know If I Ever Stopped Loving You
Loving Two People At Once Shouldn’t Be Poetry (But Somehow, It Is)
You’re sitting in between two boys and you love both of them. They look through you, the glass window in a burning room. It’s ironic that panic buttons cease to matter when everything’s already up in flames.
Some Days, It’s Okay To Just Survive
there are 38 missed
calls. the window which looks out
into the street is closed, and for
no reason at all, you spend the
afternoon looking at the shadows
Two Trains Leave The Station At The Same Time
but if train A has stopped writing love poems and train B is still sending drunk texts, when do the they meet?
