london love story
someone asks me who got me these flowers; winding soft promising petals, crushing and breathing and blushing under my reverent gaze....
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Nov 11 min read
there’s nothing lovelier girl in all the world than being here with you ( part 3 )
after beach house :) i look into eyes to watch myself watched ; to watch myself grieved, thieved, tortured, taken away. that’s it with...
Nov 11 min read
the strength to be seen
i feel like a small naive child sometimes, looking up with wide sad eyes and tired hands. could you read my poetry? walking alone into an...
Sep 101 min read
do butterflies sleep?
i loved a girl who thought that womanhood was to be missed by the moon that all the waxing and waning and tidal shifts and monthly nausea...
Sep 101 min read
oh to be missed
water drums against the edge of my senses like freedom knocking at the bathroom door. i will remain here for a moment. whisper prayers...
Sep 101 min read
kissing bedsheets
in emptiness is the lips of a statue, carved engraved birthed from stone. primordial and proud; enticing and seductive leaning over my...
May 151 min read
coming back to me now (after leith ross)
creativity crawls into my arms like a tired dejected child and settles her head in the crook of my neck. forgiving, tired fingers rake...
May 151 min read
i always seem to be writing about months and the passage of time,
yet they flow away from me all the same. i measure time by the moments i sit still. i measure time by my moments alone. reflections of me...
May 151 min read
newnecklacenewgirl
my shape keeps changing in ways i cant understand. my necklace broke, right in my hand, right in my sleep, left in my hand left hand //...
May 151 min read
dark nails and fulfilment
summer visits me in the wistless promise of spring; childhood follows behind it like a charmed lover. i stand with bated breath at the...
Feb 231 min read
touching lakes
i have very very shaky hands sometimes. and a very shaky relationship with some lakes. there’s a little part of my heart that always...
Feb 231 min read
body of water
it is a rare moment; cold tiles warm water, shampoo in my eyes, stinging sometimes i put my hand in the water; burn left sing(e) right...
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Feb 231 min read
the last of january [bathrooms are STILL lockets of heaven]
the first of january, at some point in the d(r)ead of night, turned into the last of january. january is like august in some ways; a...
Jan 61 min read
mereological nihilism
january is cold in a way december never was. my fingertips are alight; i trace the world and find no beginning and no end. sometimes you...
Dec 24, 20231 min read
20.12.23
i have been 18 for 3 months now. am i meant to know by now? stumbling through time as though i took a wrong turn on the sat nav - when...
Dec 23, 20231 min read
melancholy passed like a cloud in the sky
i have spent months with the hands of desperation around the base of my neck. asking for breath; a slow death. a slow, tired, sad death....
Dec 22, 20232 min read
some sad poems
looking back on this year has been quite a journey. i had a particularly difficult time in the first half. i often do not share my sadder...
Dec 22, 20231 min read
unnamed, unknown, un…
have you ever walked backwards out of a party? it’s how i’ve pictured growing up. smiling and laughing to the last moment, not wanting to...
Dec 6, 20231 min read
i have a cold v2
if you put your cold hands against my skin, tuck your fingers up under my ribs and pull, tell me what you would find. don’t you already...
Dec 5, 20231 min read
interlude of love, november, sadness, happiness, frustration, 19.
i’ve tried so hard to write this poem, to show my love, to keep my promises. the words haven’t come to me. i asked the stars. i’ve only...
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