ammarahconquest letting you in was what made breaking so easy trojan were your claims yet i say come, i say- maim – trash i hope you find love in used cigarettes in embers that lit and never digressed in candy wrappers rubbed with cocaine and crushed pop cans that all sing my name – manic […]
one day we’ll have an apartment. i’d pick out too many cushions and want mirrors on every wall you’d pretend to be bothered but wouldn’t mind at all we’d hold up paint chips at Benjamin’s like movie couples do and i would re-realize how much i love blue we’d squeege windows and […]
This poem was written by ChatGPT with the provided prompt: “Write a poem about a window” A window, a portal to another world A gateway to beauty, yet to unfold It frames a picture, a moment in time A place to sit, and watch life unwind The glass is cold, to the touch But […]
it’s raining in june and it makes me hate you hate your tearstained cheeks and engraved umbrella a stupid gift from your grandma but you got me one too the way water rolls down my window in rivulets that know to imitate the patterns they made down the glass of the Chevy with […]
she knew i hated jukeboxes but she bought me one anyway let the radio run and filled the silence like a fridge’s steady thrum she’d sing while sudzing and argued in the shower her reflection holding its own she’d buy those obnoxious poppers the ones that spewed fetti’ bits and bursts of […]
our best conversations happen with my cheek pressed to your chest and your listening ear against a pillow it’s damp from my tears but you wouldn’t know it dried overnight and you were busy there’s cut flowers in a nearby vase i picked platonic tulips that add rosy hues to your beiges and […]
tw: death, loss, self-harm, and suicide (generally non-explicit) i’d begin my vigil on your birthday and stay till the grass becomes matted and wilts unto itself as leaves, snow, and sun befall stone i’d trace the letters of your name till grey grooves deepen and lean into my touch i’d mouth your […]
(Spoken Word Piece) if i don’t see a tomorrow tell me now. if daybreak’s golden gleam doesn’t meet my mossy green eyes tell me now. please i’d write it in my will but you know the drill i’d already be well acquainted with these bugs and beetles seven feet beneath your […]