nonni.
Pretentious, i know.
An inquisitive crouch, A poke in the water He plucks it from the puddle Between his finger and thumb he Squishes it To present to his crew Whose noses all scrunch, Stuck out tongues all content wit...
Mundane dents and scrapes, No match for the taste of Yellowed stains; Branding the walls with the ghosts of new chapters And dimly lit memories of various dangerous nights.
He tucks his lip between hers She hesitates, refrain. It smells like garlic and stale coffee, It smells like desperation.
The air bites, The sand sticks between tired toes, She wades in, steps through upset rocks, Sharp and uncomfortable She wobbles.
Opt-out, Dazed. Surrounding voices dissolve to a hum, faces blur and the people in your head begin Bickering.
It opens with a creak And the hinges stick halfway through it’s swing.
Closed eyes and a slow inhale She sends tears inward Collecting herself for the day.
Maggots sunk into his back And the hollows of his cheek, Plucking away at vocal chords and courage.
You watch as the casket is lowered into the ground, Some people congratulating you, Some sobbing; But all you do is watch as the flowers on top of the casket are slowly buried by the shadow of the ...
You forget about the stars When the streetlights turn on. There isn’t much of a difference between the two, though stars tend to strike more awe; specks of light in some sort of special array. Up c...
He liked to play with her hair But she liked to tie it up. — He liked peace and quiet But she went out to party. — He compared himself to nothing And she compared herself to royalty. — She held gru...
Do you forget the girls you hurt Or do you mourn for them?
You’re right. I can’t say I love you I love who I thought you were. And only you know If it’s really you.
I wake up, yet again, Spiders on my breath Overheating in a hoodie too comfortable to take off. A small, quiet part of me, still wishes it was one of your hoodies. It helps to imagine that it is. C...
I feel so wrong about you. I feel convicted to do something about you. I feel like something was meant to be between us, But we jumped the gun. And I'm scared of what we might have to do to fix it....
You've really done it You've finally gave in. I always felt like my authenticity was unrequited but I never thought I'd find this. You've outdone yourself. ——— I saw it. I saw your shadow long befo...
She wanders a crowd of untrusted people. Glasses, beards and cropped-tops, all displayed proudly on mannequin-esque bodies Out with their tribe of identical friends. ——— The little girl looks aroun...
You’re a monster. You and your smug generosity. You’ve got me writhing in your kindness. It’d be easier if you were the monster I want you to be. ——— Be the brutal demon, one that I never want to s...
It’s somehow hard to see God in a mess of people. All struggling for success made up in their own heads. And yet, it’s difficult to see Him, in the cluster of creatures made in his likeness. ———— H...
I’m trying not to think of you, But when I go to sleep with salt in my eyes and down my cheeks, i realize that ignorance really is all that blissful I can't heal with distractions. But there's not ...
I’d call it inspiration, but writing about you doesn’t come from just any inspiration, It doesn’t come from blooming wildflowers, Kind eyes or soft skin. It doesn’t come from sincere lyrics or perf...
Doesn't it feel so cozy to witness the sparkle in one's eye That only shows when the second half stares back. The kindness of two hearts merging into one big ugly brick of raw emotion. Sweet Eskimo...
She looked at you like you were everything Sparkling emerald eyes. Ivory skin, soft & sweet Freckles that speckled her nose & cheeks Her smile painted with cherries & springtime. A kiss that made ...
Perhaps poetry is best suited for those who hurt just a bit less. Or perhaps poetry composed of dribbles of blood tastes better to read Than a simple quip from a clever little man of many voices of...
Let me breathe a while. Let me feel sanity without the burden of humanity tugging on my shoulders and hanging off the edge of my lips. It's like how ink leaks from pen to paper; With urgency, with...
It's comforting to see no one else trembling in fear. They move around so relaxed; accustomed to this funny little swing they do with their arms when they walk. They see people so confidently. Runn...
There’s such mystery in death. Such mystery in fearlessness, Or petrifying terror.
It had always been understood as inevitable, but within a few days’ time it became so tangible. The nurses showed much sympathy to the old couple, but neither of them were too worried. They were a...
It's after a social gathering I can hardly remember. My legs feel like they've been running for hours. My brain scratches the inside walls of my head. My lungs feel as though they've shrunk immense...
We're fascinated.
Spring is classical. Summer is pop. Autumn is alternative. And Winter is the blues.
I've always been a sucker for the aesthetic of rainy days. Or the choking feeling of fog. Even though the thought of them might drag you down.
I was pinned, and started to panic as carts came from both ends of the isle. I was in the middle of the isle and whipped my head right and left, acknowledging that soon I would have to say excuse m...
Give me something to work towards.
Have you ever looked up at the stars, and play connect-the-dots with constellations? Perhaps you add a splash of colour in the back of your mind. Filling in the face of a greek god with crayons or ...
They had been dating for a year now. She wasn’t serious about it. She just felt bad for him. I suppose you couldn’t really call it ‘dating’. One kiss and consistent hand-holding didn’t seem too “co...
With wisps of orange at the tips and yellow at it's centre, the flame flickered apprehensively. It was just a flame after all. A flame in the darkness of the night. Who knows where it came from. It...
Romantic relationships are only for people willing to risk discovering the drama of heartbreak for the chance to win a fairy tale ending.
Steady ticking. The hollow *tock* of the clock echoed through the long narrow halls. The clock stood tall at the end of one of many corridors, as it was that of a mansion. Slowly and steadily, at t...
Being weak is the easiest thing to do. Sometimes you just want to sit and be sad, because your thoughts are always hard to deal with. That's why strength is a gift, but you still have to reach out ...
I don't know if I haven't decided yet, or I'm just trying to fight negativity with a narcissistic mindset. What's the difference?
The future will always be inevitable, but the past is always avoidable.
The world has a funny way of advising you to follow your dreams, while crushing them in the process.
When you yawn and your eyes begin to water I think it's best to force tears out. If you hold them back for when you're actually feeling emotional you'll have some catching up to do.
The best company you can have is the characters you create yourself. If they argue with you, you just rewrite them.
Weakness is inevitable, and necessary for the downfall of man, and the uprise of something much more worthwhile.
We're so sure in our hearts, but we're told to be unsure. Lower your standards. Don't expect anything. Things change and promises break.
