Rose and blossom

All of these poems are original, thought the photos/gifs may sometimes be reblogged. This is my special little slice of heaven... I hope you enjoy.


Of the scars of a specific kind

Anonymous asked: you're smart and nice but your poetry is kind of cliche and it's weird. overall I think you can write good if you'd just stop trying so hard.

Thank you? I think? I’m honestly not sure.

Anonymously tell me your feelings for me.


It doesn’t have to be romantic (though if you did feel that way, it’d be perfectly fine). Just how you feel in general. I get curious of people’s impressions of me.

More of this I like this


(via abby-graceful)

I don’t know how people can write on demand… Last time I checked, when inspiration hits, it’s a sucker punch to the gut, not a light touch of a feather.


I don’t know why but I can’t stop crying

I think hot tears have left burns on my face

A comparative feeling in every way to dying

Finally having lost a painful race


It’s funny the way depression sneaks up on you

Creeping, crawling- a black cat in the shadows that brushes you too fast for you to realize it’s there… Until it’s too late

The way it taps you on the shoulder, says don’t worry, then drops the weight of the world on your shoulders

A ton of feathers equals a ton of bricks, but does a broken heart equal a broken soul?

The Days Back When We Died

Work till out fingers fall from our hands in exhaustion

Feel our teeth break from eating rot

Follow orders to the death, but death awaits us anyway

Where is a savior? Gone.

Take a look at my face
Wearing a mask of happiness and a simple black hat
A girl’s necessities

junkiekids asked: I really dig what you write


Clean Slate

Pour vodka over my sad body so that I may drink it up through my clogged pores

An all consuming, mind numbing, forgetful, overwhelming drunkenness

Sprinkle bits of salt over my eyes to leech the tears from my soul

Filling my voice a new and even more sarcastic dryness

Holy water on the tip of my tongue to cleanse my sins of loneliness

Sweep my shoulders with a tattered broom to make my demons go away

Create a new version of me with a clean slate