Poems from scribblerhere
"Because I could spin tales of touching clouds and collecting stars while,
Getting drunk on ocean breezes and mistaking city lights for the night sky."
Do you hear that ringing?
Like swarms of bees trapped within my head,
Every buzz another stinging reminder that, that future will never...
Dear nana,
I never liked you.
Nobody likes a 70 something tattle tale,
A gray haired woman who calls parents every time herr...
Day one I was taught silence before I could speak
Shhhhhh
they would whisper before a foreign voice left my mouth.
My wrist had become a...
Is it okay to admit I am still in pain?
That my wounds have yet to stop bleeding
They are not scabbed over or fading scars.
My heart still...
Today I saw lightning
Sparking the clouds to life
The light jumped from one side of the horizon to the next
A mixture of pure silver and...