Sophie are you sleeping? I know you're keeping tiny secrets from me.

Beneath the bed, and in my head, you've lead me to believe I'm silently naive

 and I'm sweeping ...

I dream of neon violence
It wracks my brain like a thousand stinging bees -
sustaining me.
my blood crusts over into the crystalline counterfeit of every day life.
It puts me...

I used to hope I was a poet

String words together and make phrases

All of it seemed so beautiful

I tried to be a poet

But my st...

All your talk of mountains and lakes,
though you’re yet to walk through these
ribbons in my hands, this garland
of sunflowers an...

It’s been a while, I’ve been lacking the words and courage to say goodbye.

It’s been a while since I heard the pain dissemble your voice.

But your voice...

Abide the taut strain

you tangling again

in my pulsing veins

refill my cavity, the empty wound

in which you delve, knuckles coveting

d...

Music Is Time Travel by Alisa Damaso

Every time I hear Thursday’s Full Collapse, I’m 16 again and moving into the house I’ll eventually lose my virginity i...

Everyone I know is dying to die
Day to day existence should come with a life jacket
so that way my friends might be able to float a while longer
some boat, some plane, some island...