Tag Archives: night

Dark thoughts, Night thoughts

Burn world, burn I’ll spite you survive you build a palace from your ashes, burn world, BURN you have never loved me, have you? — dark thoughts, night thoughts, stray thoughts: this boy wants a boyfriend, because he’s tired of being the gayest person in the room –at least two trees in a hurricane ofContinue reading “Dark thoughts, Night thoughts”

A Wicked, Witch-y Poem

Witches in the mist, come witness their wild magic: Indigo familiars howl to the moon, tap dancing, Cauldrons smoke and bubble blue, a beguiling glitter in the meadow air. Knees and teeth flash in the silver light, clacking choruses summon the spell– Eradicate daylight, freeze the full moon high on this All Hallows’ Eve DestinedContinue reading “A Wicked, Witch-y Poem”

faith

The other day, my sister asked about my pronouns and it felt like a confessional– I laid out all my sins for her to judge them, “yes, I’m questioning who I am (dear God, am I questioning?) but no, I have no intention to do anything. Dear sister, I’m not a lost sheep, I’m notContinue reading “faith”

Haunted or Wanted?

I spotted a shadow all alone to my eyes, dancing in the suburb street. The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home, but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor. I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for, I wentContinue reading “Haunted or Wanted?”

Me and My 202nd Post

For my 202nd post, I will be doing the same thing as my 201st post–a poem (if you’d like to support this blog, consider buying me a pizza. *** Sleep deprived, I am still alive, and words slough off of brain, tripping over themselves in my limp noodleness to srtike the keyboard just right, butContinue reading “Me and My 202nd Post”

My Imaginary Friend

Oh oh o-woah oh. Imaginary friend, let’s sneak out tonight. Let’s pretend neither of us are people. You can be Stardapple, I’ll be Moonleaf, we can prowl like black cats down the sidewalks, to the park. We can climb up the playground poles, we can hang upside down from the slides. In the wood chipsContinue reading “My Imaginary Friend”

Can you hear the violence?

Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”