LadySpark

how do you like your blue-eyed boy, Mister Death here is the most important thing i've learned everyone dies. you say this, your mouth hanging open and cigarette dangling. it ...

to live is so startling these are the things i know to be true. no one ever really goes out with a bang, guns blazing, heart racing. no, everyone leaves ...

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them i used your body as an excuse to sleep with someone else. anyone who had eyes the ...

you are resilient you are a mountain of a man. you carry woods in your soul when people are brave enough to walk through them you send your wolves and ...

@Nikayla the numbers in the corner are the number of the poem. The titles of each poem are lines taken from different pieces of poetry, so I write down what ...

a clean slate, with your own face on i broke your favorite bowl into three identical pieces yesterday. the flowers were already faded but when it broke they disappeared completely ...

my head is bloody did i tell you about the dream i had? about where you took off all my clothes doused them in gasoline used the fire to light ...

the stars walk backwards my seas catch fire and all you see is light. nine. ee cummings

listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go your brown eyes, his green, my blue. your slender hands unwinding my rib cage knots, his lips breaking ...

the prayer of going nowhere going nowhere a half mended soul is better than none at all this is what you decide, at 3 am, staring yourself in the eye ...

you were burned, you were about to burn, you're still on fire 1. after you've had sex enough, you start to forget what it feels like for your skin to ...

he's still left with his hands a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river the smell, that's what i hate the most. the ...

two brothers: one of them wants to take you apart two brothers: one of them wants to put you back together one. i smoked a cigarette on the banks of ...

i like my body when it is with your body i wrote an email to the rain, asking it to stop. but the clouds bounced back an automated reply the ...

god, if i don't believe i'm cursed that morning-- dark broiling waves on the ocean, the ramones blaring, fists pounding the dashboard, driving too fast, lips talking too fast, everything ...