Poetry · Writing

shot in the dark

sharing everything i have ever wanted,

not a long list,

on a posted note

hidden in my favorite book.

i remember those cold eyes,

the ones that couldn’t understand

the ones that could never understand,

it’s why they are hidden-

it’s a shot in the dark

but it is mine

carved this hole in the world for me

you can come

just know

i might never come out

Poetry · Writing

little red dream

she wishes from a washed brick balcony

stars too far to hear her

but her song still travels

paved with a milky trail of clouds

it might be all that’s left

she’ll never cease her song

until the day the stars reach their subtle ears

closer to her wolf proof balcony

she’ll be back the morrow

an the next

until the stars

are in her palms