Spilled Poetry

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napowrimo day 4 // tense

napowrimo day 3 // for rent

napowrimo day 2 // a love letter to the running shoes that almost gave me a stress fracture[the next

napowrimo day 1 // origin story[aka I AM BACK. i performed this tonight at an open mic where i got t

the touch // i’m home for christmas so now i can make art again!!!

calorie countdown // 

Emilie’s Essential Oil Rank-jed

no one believed there was life in the dark corners of the ceiling,where the moonlight woul

can we echo louder than butterflies, louder than mistakes, and death, and shadows?

We used to live in a house with a porch surrounded by jasmine vines;crawling around the porch and up

progressivepower:Probably still believes in trickle down economics

nobrashfestivity: Edward Hopper    Loneliness New York Office, 1962 Eleven A.M., 192

I’m fading, each day. Competing with ghost of your version of me. I dressed as you liked,

Updating …

leftover sparksfade quicklyon paperafter thoughtsof all the afterthoughtsI try to savecutting o

heartsextractedfor each otherwarm and dripping,a cycle of lonelinesscomingto an end.

it’s peculiar,the power of dustfound in the cold spaceswe dream abouteyes openand bre

a rush of waveson the skin,a burn of bloodin the heart.diving headfirst,holding our breath. 

the depth of a universelooking down at usas we try to find our waywith shoes untied. 

soda pop on the tongue, the fizz andburn in my lungs, this condensation onmy skin; America

i never felt as helpless as i did when i was nine and you were tenand you picked him over me and i s

pleasedon’t look back.the world isonlygetting olderand soon,even the sunwill fallasle

we are artists, deviants and destroyers of the mundane; feel our touch and remember.

i let you pass through my mind silently dripping into the dark sleepy space of my thoughts befo

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