"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."

for writing of all kinds. (concrit welcomed. ♥)

Behind Closed Doors.

darling, you whisper
in a voice that stings
and does not comfort.

your words are poison
my dear.

(the drum in my chest
pounds to your beat.)

fleeting seduction
hushed caresses
a chorus of thoughts
humming the word love.

(do you think
the same things I do?)

I hold you in my arms
helplessly.

baby, I'm just trying
to figure you out.

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"Word spew" is an appropriate description of these impromptu poems, I think. Humor me, please. >_>;;

Growing Up.

today
I hold my concert on the roof.

I squint at the glare of white;
the beams of the sun are
a poor imitation of spotlights.

two years.

and still
I can hear traces of
my young self: lucid, unwavering, perfect.

they told me not to sing so
I scream the words instead.

my throat burns.

the melody is dissonant
or is it just
my voice that's
imperfect?

sometimes I wonder

if everything is

slipping away with

each
broken
note.

.

.

I climb to the rooftop and
sing to the sky.

does anyone hear me?

I'm here.

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Not sure what to think.

And for the record. This isn't about me. :3