Do you know I make myself light?... Am I emotionally inept?

No reward for young adults

Your demon entices mine. We eat at the devil's dinner table. But wasn't it the lord's making?...

I wanna be under you... I want your air in my lungs... I just want your... power to make me serene...

Don’t act like you don’t know. A sore throat and sore knees are a few of my favorite things...

Lord I pray, the man that you have for me; Let me not be too dark Let me not be too clingy Let me not be too independent Let my breast...

You are a sunset. I don't mean that in a flowery, bullshit way...

Picturesque beauty from birth... Two dirty souls are better than one.

to be born... to blossom

“Holy Shit!” I squealed. (Okay, screamed) The ancient bed cried and my weighted breath raced to keep with his. “They're going to kill us”...

...It is the same as a bond rooted in love Still strengthening through lies and deceit ...

... beginning is ingested, burned by acid and churned in the stomach

In this garden aren't we all beautiful?...

Close thine eyes and marvel at the glory of darkness The vacuum...

The words can't come in standard lines and formal sentences They crawl out my eyes and form wet jumbled messes on the home screen. I feel...

I know the heart should never be orange But mine has been oranging love since...

Peaches, peppers, pancakes filled the moist air. They sprayed their juices, their flavors, sprayed them until I stare. The aroma reeled...

"ALL LIVES MATTER!" I've never been a part of ALL. I've been ⅗ of a person. I've been color. I've been minority. I've been too illiterate...

Who says we can't be wizards when we old.

An erasure poem from the poem "A Contemplation Upon Flowers" by Henry King