I like the way butter melts on toast I am fascinated by the science behind it— how when things heat up they taste different on…
Leave a CommentI like the way butter melts on toast I am fascinated by the science behind it— how when things heat up they taste different on…
Leave a Commentmy body is a canvas for you to paint your fears upon to splatter hopes and dreams among the smooth lines you created to section…
2 CommentsWe swam together underneath the moonlight a jar of moonshine in your blood and if it had been, maybe another time I would have…
Leave a CommentAs vast as the oceans Of this world As there are depths Within it My love is the same. Let the Sounds of the ocean…
1 CommentMaybe this, maybe we were meant to meet Leaves me wondering if I’m on her mind As she’s on mine constantly. I find myself reminiscing…
2 CommentsHunter… is a hunter He hunts cause he’s a hunter Hunter hunts the huanted, that are supposed to be… hunted Hunter is a great punter…
Leave a CommentNobody can guess what magic lies beneath Lies beneath the person I let them see The underdog, the person that is really me I’m not…
3 CommentsFriendship can be a beautiful thing But sometimes it hurts like a sting They can sometimes have your back But there are many things they…
4 CommentsI look around and sometimes I see a stranger with a familiar face. We do not speak for fear of change. We remember each other…
Leave a CommentAs a First Nation who was brought up in the Foster System and a generally very “white” world, even hearing ‘It’s in the past so…
1 CommentIn a world full of pain What have I to gain I’m waiting on the sidewalk Then I stand on the street But this time…
5 CommentsI don’t read poetry anymore. It’s not that the writer’s aren’t good. Or that I’ve lost interest. I don’t read poetry because everyone seems to…
8 CommentsAll this started with a little crush When all my feelings came in a rush But I never thought that my heart is what you…
7 CommentsRead this and be inspired Read this and may your feet never meet the ground We share a solitude mind sick with the poisoned sight…
1 Commenthearts and souls weep bitter tears hearts and souls weep for you all hearts are torn all souls are sorrowful why did you have to…
Leave a CommentI promised to quit counting the days Yet you’ve filled my mind this morning I just wanted to say I’m sorry I hurt you and…
1 CommentIn some ways I feel alright But always I feel broken It’s not something that rides beneath the surface It’s something on the dark side…
Leave a CommentI don’t really appreciate you busting things up I don’t initiate drama just to get me a buzz I’ve never really been one to hold…
2 CommentsLost in my thoughts Talking to myself I’m my own therapist But sometimes I need other help Who do I run to When it’s just…
5 CommentsPoetry is always the epicenter of my expressions, My soul’s sole extension The way I give subvention To my tension To give confession to my…
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