Poetry

My skin weeps and so do I "Get well soon," they say, like 'well' is a state I could ever be Maybe I'll be the tragically brilliant one Gone too s...

It was odd the way we breathe and sleep and eat Our fill of fish 'n chips and cream and scones When ones we saw and tamed Know naught of our homes It was...

All the world's a stage, / And all the men and women merely players...

i have become unable to identify a purpose for my body. it seems to be for me to starve and cut myself. my body is a vestal for my illness. i am an amalgama...

of all the lies i have ever lived, my favourite was you and i. we were such a perfect mess. such a beautiful lie. the type that you tell in order to save someon...

why did i say that? why did i do that? i never wanted anything bad now i die a little bit inside. why would they say that? why would she post that? all i...

It is exactly times like this when—— Well when I have no way to say what time it is like When I stand in the room Silent slow moving I watch the lights...

Even when I vow myself of no emotion Pretend they're not there I still sense them like small explosions Quiet yet so loud fireworks in a distant sky...

I see what I want in those eyes You are romanticised I seek no perception but my own No love will ever grow No In my imaginary i see it clearly Roses blo...

In the midst of dark and chilly winter nights when my window is covered with snow, when there's little moon light, when there is no one close, when I only h...