Asked every 9 year old on the planet ever. And I hate to break it to all of the lovely boys and girls whom maturity is slowly creeping up on, but Santa, the existence of the human being you're thinking of, the bearded man who resides at the very edge of the Earth where even … Continue reading Is Santa Real?
First Thing I Ever Was, Was a Liar
I’m another troubled poet I’m the one that’s wrong. I’m feeling a mix of emotions about that right now. I kind of like my rough edges and flat voice. I kind of miss that me when I’m happy. Is that why I keep dragging myself into pain? Because it feels so wrong just to be … Continue reading First Thing I Ever Was, Was a Liar
All My Dreams Have Creepy Undertones
My dad held a knife to my neck and my mother crooned a sickening cry all of my siblings were put back together my mother's arm they held on by I had told her to leave to give up on that broken home but she did not hear me her mission was not her own … Continue reading All My Dreams Have Creepy Undertones
This is for the kid that hid in corners:
I'm getting you answers. I learned the word for what was wrong with me when I was 10. I was 12 when I told my sister the same word I had learned. I was 12 and she was 10 and we stayed up all night doing online questionnaires and her asking "So kinda like [insert … Continue reading This is for the kid that hid in corners:
There’s this dead moth in my window sill
My tortured upbringing isn’t the kind you would expect Even though I had friends I just couldn’t connect I mean everyone’s got their shit, I guess But my life right now is kind of a mess
The World From Upside-down 