My work 

resolve the projectile in an upwards direction and resolve childhood in a spiral. certain moments touch < connected > like now and two...

can you please listen to me? she is beautiful either way. she is beautiful anyway. she is enjoyable and she is loveable and loved and...

i am older and stronger and wiser and i will walk back through life and be the woman i always needed. 17 will linger at my bedroom door...

and, my favourite kind of romance is the kind where i haven’t always the courage to be myself yet the stars tilt a hand under my jaw and...

street lights have been flickering at me continuously. as soon as i notice a month slipping through my fingers, a year seems to fall with...

ive always wanted to have someone write poetry about me. look at me and deem me worthy of a rhyme or a metaphor. when did that feeling...

this again. maybe it’s this again, always. what you touch touches you back ; 14, every action has its equal opposite reaction, rhyme,...

hand on my heart. i walked into some places as a child and i never left. hand on my stupid naive heart. i swear on love. i swear on the...

how many poems about this kitchen? how many tears in this kitchen? i can’t bear to be looked at sometimes. but i meant to sleep early...

iconography; there is such an audacity in beauty. i know so little for an 18 year old girl. i feel small i feel young i feel as though...

the full title (it was too long sorry!!) : pondering marriage. pondering how my ring broke. pondering 3 ( it's actually 4 ) years....

there’s a bit of a necklace that trails down your back. overflow excess / i get in my own way. i feel tired. i mess up. i tear my life...

remember the movie? hush breaths, lie with me beside me on clean bedsheets. let them be clean. listen to the same songs as me. walk...

there’s some very precious part of me that sticks it sticks and stays. some girls learn to love and others learn to be but i learn...

[if only i could articulate it. love to you all. sending hugs always] i feel very far away sometimes; sort of like i fell into my cup of...

there’s a streetcar named desire somewhere. isn’t it frustrating how summer changes to autumn? i sweat in my lessons. i don’t know how to...

frustration is love in the right lighting. i guess everything is, to some degree or another. there's almost more than i can manage. my...

love is my mother tongue, and sometimes it’s the only language i can remember. silence is my mother tongue too, i swallow thick and heavy...

september tends to october, the stars tend to the moon, and i tend to my own heart. there was farewell sunshine in september, peaking...

and i tumble into myself. oh, how i’ve cried. how august crawled into me and tore me apart; how the stars put me back together. i sit...