Paper houses In paper towns Are made out of thin air Blown into ancient wounds. Doll houses And perfect smiles Are made to house vacant souls. I spend my days Learning the anatomy of the old. I read her eyes for omens foretold Her figure unfolds as The girdles Around her breathe Breaking houses and … Continue reading Here Lies Betty Draper
break in break out if you shout out they will call out your mouth your mouth break in break out i know you're right your rights your rights they know what's right what's wrong in here is wrong all through what's been what's been your ruse your ruse what's wrong in here or any where … Continue reading asylum
Airplane Poetry Movement Prompt this week - Waiting They wait, these angels Until she goes to sleep To stitch up her eyelids With gossamer threads, To weigh down her dreams To repair pieces of herself That she breaks in the day. They see, these angels Her light swaddled in dark. They try to show her … Continue reading Whole
Prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement: Uncertainty Father's Day is coming up, and this poem is dedicated to my Appayya. He has always been the person who like things planned, likes items placed just so, doesn't like to take risks, likes to do the tried and tested. When I started making life choices that are outside … Continue reading Dear Appayya
Prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement: Write a poem that begins and ends with the words, "I will dance." I will dance on your grave I will rip open all my wounds The very ones you gifted me And let the blood flow through The soil to you I will let a part of me rest … Continue reading Six Feet Under, It’s All Over Now
Prompt - Write an elegy to a part of you that you lost.
Prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement: "Write a poem from the point of view of a bullet leaving a gun." I was launched. I really didn't know why The grownups around me Are freaking out. I mean, I'm just a small round thing Born and made of earthly elements And I don't see a difference Between … Continue reading The Girl With No Ambition
I am not my Ego. But sometimes it's all I am. Sometimes I'm that fearful voice telling me to stop and get back, Back to the cozy cocoon I was once in, Back to denials and excuses, the numbing out of everything that makes me feel alive. I am that schoolyard bully, Reason says don't … Continue reading Samurai