21 / student / criminology / history / Colorado / improviser / poet / scorpio / spooky girl
I’ve never before lived in a house So recently occupied by somebody else - A house where I could see roots, Bits and pieces that she’d forgotten to pack before leaving,
By Isabel Siobhan6 years ago in Poets
The other night you asked me what I dreamt about I told you that I have ivy crowding my vision and that city-skyline hallucinations are all that seem to keep me going,
This is for the ones not on the list. This is for the ones who sit alone in crowded classrooms, I see you this is for the ones who scribble silent poetry into worn notebooks
We are nothing but breath boil us down Reanimate us Inhale, exhale I'd like to capture for you bittersweet because the feeling I get
This morning, In the still blue half-light before the sunrise Still more asleep than awake, You held me so tightly that I imagined myself deep underground, my bones gripped by roots, warm and safe
Deeply anxious Creepy girl, Weirdo Can't sleep Can’t eat I'm falling and yet I still bite my nails until it hurts I feel it for days, every time I try to do something with my hands I am reminded of the dark.
What do you do once you’ve returned from the promised land of milk and honey west coast where dreams become a little too exposed in the light
There are times when I feel like I’ve forgotten how to be human After disappointing dates and fall days so beautiful they hurt
slow fade tide slowly washing away traces of you in me When I think about you, it doesn’t hurt quite so much anymore. That scares the hell out of me I’m not going to lie to you,
Yesterday I felt so overwhelmed, the pressure building in my skull in my chest unable to breath unable to speak. I took a blank piece of paper
I had a psychic tell me once, as she was reading the lines in my palm, skimming over them like news articles with interesting headlines,