Lit Poetry

the kisses of sunbeams on my face feel warm. my heart is full, so far from the ragtag, edgy organ that's worn out from using a year...

her grandma said to her “all the stars in the sky can fit into your beautiful smile. never stop smiling.” so the girl drew the constellations into her dimples her mother said...

this world is riddled with raindrops in the eyes of gods and junkie moons and death too soon’s and an inability to stop wasting time        

Flower petals fly out of my lungs While I stand in the pouring rain My paper skin flakes off at the slightest touch I grip my...

Of all the boys I've thought I've loved, you're not particularly the one I imagined would make me cry. And I've found out that you're the only one who has...

218,632 words in the English language 35,000 words known to the average person 860.3 million words said in one lifetime Over 200 different ways to say “I...

Your hand claws through my blanket-soft curls like a guitarist strums their fingers on strings. Pastel-petal cheeks burn the ligatures of quarter notes. Voices and dice...

i. Sunlight reflecting off the shattered glass on the boy’s blue duvet blindingly attacks pale walls where laughter once resonated between. ii. A broken trophy case tasting more...

In the midst of long distance and confessionals with the moon, (to my heart) a star asks: “when did you stop believing in yourself?”        

Sleepless nights, and stoplights, and sunburned exhaustion. You make me want to wake up, even when I’m so tired I can’t see straight. My heart broke...