Dear Extrovert

Dear Extrovert

Poetry is written for the quiet ones,the soulful ones,the ones who let thoughts tangle in their throatsbefore they ever get tangled in their hair.Poetry is written for the soft ones,the shy ones,the ones who dance in midnight shadowsand sip on moonlight tea.Dear poets...
Monster

Monster

If you’ve ever met a demon, you’ve known leashes, locks, and ties, you’ve known every filthy fingerprint that’s lined you with its lies. If you’ve ever met a demon, you’ve let pretty pretense go, because surely it’s no monster if it’s here to help you grow. It...
Homesick

Homesick

Tornado winds raged when I was here last. Your fingers ran through my hair and calmed the strands the storm had tangled. I wondered how long before I felt that safety again. I left that home, the ocean tide calling me; its waves louder than winds. They held more...
The Seeds of Forget-Me-Nots

The Seeds of Forget-Me-Nots

“Home,” Asher’s escort said, handing him a set of keys. He splayed the keys out in his palm. Which one?   But his escort had already returned to the car and started the engine.   Asher tested several keys in the lock before one turned. The door creaked as he...
Lost Thoughts

Lost Thoughts

Where does a thought go once it’s been forgotten? If I found the hidden world for lost thoughts, would I befriend them? Would I stay? I would like to ask them if they remember choosing the color of the walls, or if they realize that the paint is fading with memory,...
Sun-Reflector

Sun-Reflector

Artist, noun: A soul that doesn’t believe it’s made of stardust, and so it searches for a home in every crease of a fingerprint, smudged between strokes of brush buildings and canvas walls. A soul that wields light and dark as if their veins run with paint; also known...
Silent Aches

Silent Aches

I have always been able to describe the ache— the ache in my shoulders from sitting too long, the ache in my eyes from crying too much, the ache in my heart from missing you, the ache in my hands from holding the cry of my knotted heart. An ache to create, to reflect...
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