April 1st, 2024
I confess, I’m a mess
Most days I don’t even get dressed
The gears turning in my head
Filling with things unsaid
I took a break from sharing thoughts
I didn’t want to get caught
Unbeknownst to what occurred
I broke down like once before
Holding my breath
This is life or death
September 15th, 2009
I am the queen of weird poetry,
sloppy rooms,
and messy feelings.
Creative thoughts,
good intentions,
and easily distracted.
I either fall easy,
or I fall fast,
and I always get hurt.
Bright colors,
random thoughts,
and I never want to grow up.
Note: I haven’t posted any old content in awhile, so throwbacks will be my focus going forward!
March 30th, 2011
My eyes closed tight
I cannot see
It’s not my responsibility
You made this mess
You clean it too
There’s no way of avoiding you
You look at me
Like I’m a disgrace
It’s written all across your face
Just close my eyes
I cannot see
You cannot blame this all on me
I was so young
So naive
It was not my fault you wanted to leave
Doll Poetry 