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Oneday


One day I was a star cross lover Another day I was a demon One day I was everything The next day I was good as gone ...Read more →

Scribbles


Heartbeats are pounding The fingertips are tingling Needles within the chest knits on a skin that’s aching ...Read more →

Ivy

Your pull


I almost got pushed, your hand was there to catch me, and I learned what gravity feels like when something chooses to hold you
☾ The midnight poem
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Messages


my phone rests in my hand like a small lantern, I have learned to measure hours by your notifications, my days are as dark as my screen when you go quiet.

Wrath


rheumy reddened eyes Hidden underneath glossy wet bamboo leaf hair Racing pulses of a fish out of water You’re turning pale Fading from my embrace ...Read more →

Ivy

❦ Classic of the week
Lord Byron · 1814
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; …
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With you


If fireworks spark too bright Look at the burning flickers of starlight maroon magenta margarita flower beds Commands the over grown weed ...Read more →

Ivy

~musings


her skin quivered As the frozen water droplets Splashes across the metal garland She wears around her waist ...Read more →

Ivy

For him


When I dream at night I see a structure of marble Crafted between the two seasons Of the northern lights You look like the morning sun Young sturdy and dreamy Molded into one My fingertips trailed the crescent moon ...Read more →

Ivy

Ode to a peculiar flower


Oh peculiar flower At first glance, thou ceased the hour Thou enraptured mine conscious Basking in the neon darkness Thine eyes withhold the derne Mine senses did fail to perceive Beneath thy beauteous pursuit, A fine heap of thorns...Read more →

Ivy

Storm Hunter


You brewed a storm, you called it an upbringing from trauma, handed it down like an heirloom you swore you’d never pass on. ...Read more →

Orbit


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your eyes sit in orbit, and i feel myself drifting into them, i circle you gently like the tides learning the curve of the moon, i caress you like gravity that needs no force, like the night sky carving space for the stars