I see bees, working in the hive, grateful for their lives, thanking God that they’re alive. Bees, buzzing in the breeze, making most of the day, dodging all the leaves, but taking time to pray. Even though the day before, they lost so many, they refuse to give in, still work to earn … More Bees.
I am wearing armour. My cheekbones shine, my eyeliner is a sharp as it comes. I am wearing armour. I’m ready to fight the world, I curled my eyelashes at least 5 times today. They’re as stiff as clay. I am wearing make up so ‘fleeky’ the girls call me a hoe, the boys think … More False Eyelash
Call me haunted, say that I used to flaunt it so much that I didn’t even know I had it. I call it my secret, for me to know, for my friends to keep, for my lover to sew into my skin. It lies so deep below, it appears every now and then, I tell … More I am Haunted (Spoken Word).
How many mistakes can you make, what does it take to mess up just once, twice, again and again. How much pain can you cause, and do you try to rub away the marks, pretend they didn’t exist, wish it didn’t happen again. How many mistakes did he make, could you list them, count them … More How many Mistakes can You make… (Spoken Word).
I always wondered what it would be, to sit up late, maybe until three and ask you ‘what does love mean?’, but you won’t answer, and although it seems fine… we’ll never be that word. I used to think that love was real, but then I saw you cry that day I told you I … More 3am
I don’t know how to start this. How do you write something like this? I wish there was a simple way. A way to say, ‘I’m sorry for what happened’, without sounding as distant as the moon. Maybe it’s too soon to talk about this, but then I can’t miss this time. I wonder how … More We can Never Forget what They saw. (Spoken Word)
Call me a flower, maybe I’m made of regret, and false dreams. Grown in a soil of hope, but drowned in a river of shame. Boy of 16. Told me he could feel my pain, but his Tumblr had cats. I couldn’t recall the way he smiled when he said it would be okay. He … More Hipster Girl gone Bad