June 5.

Forgive her for enveloping you in orchid chains, she did not care for the ache, she felt sorry for herself. She repeated it over and over, like a broken record, I am hurt. Her name tastes like knives in your mouth now and you ponder if the hollow void was worth pouring cascades of love…Read more June 5.

Atlas Hands

Web of your thoughts at the tip of your tongue, when spun at the right time could put gossamer and tulle to shame. Not only does a tangerine red burn behind your eyes but a soft murmur echoes within the confines of where you lay your weary heart. Perhaps I can't bring myself to go…Read more Atlas Hands 

Being Whole

On days when I feel hollow inside I can hear my organs drum together in harmony, I plunge my fists in roses and lilies and fill the unfamiliar emptiness with a temporary bliss. My heart is full of obsesity of guilt and insomnia so I shall rip it apart piece by piece and fill the…Read more Being Whole 

Calm the chaos

The yearn to feel alive burns a scarlet red in my heart. But I must be patient. The yearn for a bigger purpose is like a wildfire. But I must remain calm. The yearn to make new mistakes sits quietly in the back of my mind and I don't dare summon it. I must remain…Read more Calm the chaos