Wake Me Up

They say that seasons come and go. Maybe now that's true. Maybe this is just a season, There's hope I can pass through. They say that without rhyme or reason Life can take a turn. "Hold on to your fire, darling." There's nothing left to burn. I wanna sleep right now And wake up when... Continue Reading →

Poem – “Skydiving”

Either grant me your fearlessness or grant me your wings. Because never being either lifted or crushed is the most crushing thing I can imagine being listed as a cause of death. “She ended with no end"

Poem – I Built You a House

So, I built you a house in the back of my mind, tucked between my hopes and my nightmares. The walls were rotten, and black, and decay. Each lie became a nail fixing another stud at an unwelcome angle: sweet and broken.

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