I am once again an agony of unhappening #poetry

oh, love I don’t know how to belong to you like this you want to hold me but I am a s c a t t e r i n g in embryo and your hands are ever so small and the sky is ever so vast #poetry

A poem inspired by some of the strange men in my DM’s: you came to me on bended knee supplicating to a throne but I have never towered there nor claimed you as my own mine is not a kingdom of peasants, toil, and strife I have only ever wanted to live a quiet life #poetry 1/2

sometimes my grief is a loud thing h o w l i n g outside of myself more often it is a forlorn creature pressing its furrowed forehead against the aching cage of my rib bones bereft #poetry

the sky of my mind is a murmuration of memories #poetry

love is spinal the only thing capable of keeping us upright #poetry

oh, love you were never meant to fall from such a height to soar on Icarus wings into the scalding sun find me on the grounding ground, love lay down with me till we come undone #poetry

she is a symphony of salt and salvation a brief hymn heralding an eternity of emotion #poetry

she found herself in the wreckage of everything they told her to be a bittersweet becoming #poetry

she breaks like waves a swelling from the depths a rising and an inevitable collapse #poetry

she is a creature of cardigans and calamity a cozy mess with a hearth-smile that warms the weary with her welcome #poetry

oh, my darling there is serenity in the sediment of a life lived soft and fiercely #poetry

she is a smudge of colour on the horizon of the soul she is a reflection of all we need to be whole #poetry

In a parallel dimension, the ability to lie must be purchased. Dishonesty is a privilege only the wealthy can afford. #TinyStories

i scratched at my heart until a rare pearl entered my soul a smile turning winter into muted golds, a gentle w a v e that stills the tide #poetry

she’s the sort of person who picks up the petals others have plucked she tucks them into slender glass vases and ancient teacups she is a collector of temporary treasures #poetry

she folded into a flicker when they couldn’t bear her f l a m e and then they came to mock her for living life so tame #poetry

she’s a dire oscillation between whimsy and wrath she’s a maker and a breaker she’s forging her own path #poetry

oh, love I am as thirsty for you as I am for the sea I am thirsty for us I am thirsty for we #poetry

there’s moonlight in her marrow and star-shine in her hair she’s got sunrise in her fingers and sunset in her glare #poetry

oh, my darling you are a connecting of all the dots of all the i’s ever #poetry

the sun has found my eyes again it never tires of this silent game of hide-and-seek but I do— sometimes I do #poetry

she caught a s i g h and tied it up like a helium balloon on a piece of string it strains for the sky whenever the wind tricks her [for just the briefest moment] into thinking she can f l y #poetry

love is not a mushroom it cannot flourish in the secret dark love is not spawned from the d i s s i p a t i o n of silent decay love is liquid light p o o l i n g in all our hollow spaces #poetry

oh, my darling if you would only reply to all the many messages I have very nearly sent you we would have such conversations #poetry

oh, love I want to write your every breath into a poem #poetry

Found in my notes app—written 5 years ago. My longest micro(?)fiction ever: Someone is running towards you. They’re terrified. Tumbling. Spent. In a hail of weary bones they collapse at your feet. And then you see it. You see what’s chasing them . . .

Dear One, Thick skin is overrated. You are a human, not a dragon. Your skin is beautifully vulnerable. You are allowed to hurt. You are allowed to struggle. You’re even allowed to stop for a while, and start again when you’re ready. Be gentle with your lovely self, okay? #DearOne

she builds walls around the things she l o v e s her heart is full of the windows and doors that make a heart a home #poetry

I take a breath— the mountain keeps it #haiku #poetry

I can feel my unborn stories thrumming beneath my skin I can’t yet let them out but perhaps I’ll let you in #poetry

oh, the g r a v i t y of this how love can forge us into twin orbits—a helix of molten fire thrumming with the thrill of our melding #poetry

she keeps a sun in her pocket tucked inside a tiny blue matchbox it comforts her— a steady warmth burrowing within her hip socket the world has felt so very cold lately she wishes everyone could have such a sun #pocket

Due to a domino chain of falling thoughts I had to look up when a specific type of match—the red phosphorous kind—was invented before my brain would let me attempt sleep tonight. 1855. There. Now we both know.

she is a quiet greening of the barren spaces where tenderness has forgotten how to flourish #poetry

oh, love let me stitch this deep unmaking tearing at the territory of your tenderness let me bind you only to yourself let me show you how you were made to be wholly and completely your own #poetry

Just saw a hitchhiker wearing a top hat and am downright delighted for some reason. Sharing here in case it delights someone else too. We are due some delights, my darlings.

oh, love you are a soft but etching ink upon this crumpled paper heart of mine and you have written me into a story I love to tell #poetry

she’s a c a s c a d e of April stars crisp upon the tongue she’s springtime in waiting she’s soil and sunshine spun #poetry

I’m not b r e a k i n g down anymore I’m breaking up and t h r o u g h upside down sideways and then a s k e w I’m breaking through I’m breaking true #poetry

the woods are a beckoning and I do not seem to love myself well enough to answer #poetry

she has filled herself to the b r i m of her breath with moon-song and the way the wind feels when it almost but not quite carries you away from all this #poetry

Dear One, You don’t owe the world your hastily mustered calm in the face of its noise and its whirlwinds. You’re allowed to be a mess when life is messing with you.

she is hungry for the post-it notes she wrote herself for paper fireflies lighting the world with reminders of where her bright s p o t s are #poetry

her breath is a b r u i s e upon the tender skin of a world that is ever robbing her of air #poetry

Post a game you remember playing that nobody else remembers. [I am so old my goodness]

she’s got a glance like g r a v i t y the kind that ties your shoelaces to the skin of the world and whispers “hold on, love” into the soft cradle of your ear #poetry

Dear One, It’s hard to feel yourself to be of consequence in a world where SO much of consequence is happening so very often, and so very loudly. But you are, my darling. You are, you are, you are. ❤️

her breath r o o s t s in her lungs like a bird of prey waiting w a i t i n g for the day when a s c r e a m won’t cost more than she can afford to pay #poetry

my emojis have failed me there is no face I can bear to face this with #poetry