are you still mad? he asks like it’s no big deal like I’ll nod and shrug it off as if he didn’t just set fire to the last few strands of hope I had

Here’s a short poem about the power of poetry to change the world.

Resharing this one after getting screwed over by yet another family member. 😐 Don’t be the reliable one. Just don’t.

dreams are like water slipping between my fingers still, I cup my hands #haiku #senryu

teeth broken, but bared you can’t keep me down for long i’ll bite, either way #senryu #haiku

conjuring whimsy she hid beneath their laughter but he always saw the truth behind her grin #writing #micropoetry #poetry

In the name of late night whimsy, I present to you…a small collection of senryu and micro poems dedicated to the muse who stole my Butterfinger. Starting with this delightful gem. 😌 candy bar burglar the evidence is glaring chocolate on your lips

for Renee Nicole Good, a poet and a mother

he threw words like stones hoping one might knock her down and make her feel again the bruises are just proof of life #poetry #writing

I saw a post about making whimsical resolutions and let me tell you, I am all for befriending the crows and bringing back letter writing. 🖤 I need more ideas! #newyears #resolutions

ate my foot again told a man to “have a year” still, I hope he does #senryu #haiku

hands #travel past the warning signs over peaks and valleys that once sang familiar, yet not quiet now – so very quiet you’re not welcome anymore #vss365

fire heart, glowing bright landed in the wrong hands placed inside a jar something pretty to admire collecting dust until the light went out #poetry #writing

take another step #vss365 #regret

we chased lightning bugs as if we could catch actual lightning in a jar as if it wouldn’t burn out the moment we contained it like all things worth chasing after #poetry #writing

I also made this to gift to a friend. #crafting #resin

Haven’t done much writing, but I’m feeling crafty.

She learned to grow quiet, until silence became her only language. They never listened, never cared... but the moon did, and the stars blinked like they understood.

dawn chill — a crow reminds me to use my wings #haiku #poetry #birds

I wish a lot of things #vss365 #matter

you said you’d never leave promised, you were mine but I saw the heat drain from your eyes heard the chill creep in your voice felt the very moment that you stopped being mine you promised and I dared to hope deep down, I always knew it was just another pretty lie #poetry #writing

funny, how young we’re expected to make the big decisions to know just what we want in life when halfway through i’m only learning now just who I am #vss365 #learning

you take but don't really look like literature passed out on the street maybe one day my eyes will be something you want to meet looking at each other used to be a pastime now we just pass I'm in bed and I don't know where you are it's night we should be looking at stars #vss365

haphazard flower you collected every damaged petal pressed them, in a book then pieced me back together messy, but still beautiful to you #poetry #writing

i made a space for you inside my ribs and you crawled right in redecorated burned the drapes broke the furniture made yourself at home i keep it, as you left it yours and broken still you never stay #poetry #writing

#vss365 #domestic #emoetry #harassed #poetry "The whole world is wild at heart and weird on top" ---David Lynch

it’s too late for careful #poetry #writing

burn bright, starfire so I can shine beside you your glow, reflected back #poetry #writing

today i’m a bird singing broken songs that only you can hear you steal my feathers one by one hold them, reverent and bid me keep singing #poetry #writing

smile more #halloween

halloween over mask slipped back in place

haunted by that thing that lurks in my reflection follows close, within my shadow i can’t get away from “that isn’t me,” i say and it stares back, waiting for me to look away again #poetry #writing

it’s halloween night everyone’s masks are in place mine, finally off #vss365 #halloween #senyru #haiku

how will you know all the colours I can be when fall is fleeting and you don’t come enough to see me

I close my eyes to rest and the verses still come writing in my sleep now this is what you’ve done

a feather for a flower a penny for my thoughts I hand them to you thorns and all until your hands are full and bleeding and you reach out for another still #poetry #writing

what would happen if I stood a little too close lingered a little too long let my fingers wander where they wanted and for once, just let go of all that ties me down #vss365 #experiment

it’s too late now i’ve already marked you #poetry #writing

I can feel it creeping in first the doubt and then the dark take a breath and make it count who knows when I’ll breathe again #vss365 #creep #poetry #writing

take it i don’t want it anymore 📷: me

within the shadows tracking every step you take something moves, unseen #vss365 #unseen

i move with the tide where the moon pulls me through gentle seas or crashing waves on stone trusting him to guide me home #writing #poetry

you were always mine #poetry #writing

red welt burns on hand wasp flees to sting another day yard work abandoned #almosthaiku #failedhaiku #poetry

he’s sharp edges and sharper teeth scathing wit and wicked grins he doesn’t know that I can see the softness underneath the thorns like velvet wrapped in barbed wire worth the risk of bloodshed for a touch, a taste of warmth #poetry #writing

pretty bird you sing lies as if your life depends on it as if the truth might cut your wings and ground you when maybe it would free you from the cage you’ve sung yourself inside of look—the door’s been open all this time so sing or fly away, bird but don’t pretend you never had a choice #poetry

Writing is crazy. How you can go weeks unable to write a single sentence, and then one day out of nowhere, like a faucet was turned on, you can’t stop.

fire-laced tongue dripping sparks along my spine hoping one will catch as if I weren’t already burning #micropoetry #poetry #writing

couldn’t leave well enough alone had to poke those half-healed wounds open wider ‘til we both bled out with smiles on our faces #poetry #writing