keystrings

keep breathing, i tell myself, as i walk by, a storm brewing from within, threatening release, wetness leaking out to meet the sidewalk below. i hate cliches, yet here you ...

keep breathing, i tell myself, as i walk by, a storm brewing from within, threatening release, wetness leaking out to meet the sidewalk below. i hate cliches, yet here you ...

Congrats you guys!

4.20.18 winter arrived we tiptoe from darkened room to sun-graced patios our positions are ever changing, but our sides never align our love slips out of the hourglass we built, ...

4.20.18 fated strings can you see the strands connecting our hands to the world outside? a wide array of colored strings looped around fingers and toes i can still see ...

4.19.18 us and we swallowing pain is simple we’re both the issue broken from past misuse that curve of a dimple that graces your cheek our love was at its ...

Thanks so much @alliyah!! I needed a little break from "poeting," but I'm at least trying to work on a poem right now XD

Thank you so much @TheBlueCat! I wanted to keep up a poem a day but my weekend was too busy lol. I’ll most likely be putting up another poem in ...

Done! Thanks for your requests @eiaeh9 and @MasterAvi! I hope those reviews were helpful!

parts of you dangle before me, teasing, tantalizing me to want to reach out and throw myself over the ledge just for a taste, a touch i can’t stop my ...

4.13.18 changing words the words furl off my tongue, daggers burying deep inside, meld between shifting ideas. everything’s spilled out now the flip of a coin determines our fate, whether ...

Congrats @Nobunaga!! You’ve so earned this!!

{30/30} 4.12.18 stair connection i race across the room, skipping in time to a song pumping loud from my speakers listen close to the muted chords, musical scene taking place ...

{29/30} 4.12.18 echoing wisp she floats above all, dress dragging along, nails stick out, brown and falling apart. there’s a musty scent, nasty rust caked on, the trail entering both ...

{28/30} 4.11.18 leaving home i packed last week, loaded boxes, stuffed to their brims, rich of forgotten memories in the maelstrom of my eighteen years. close my eyes to hide ...