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  1. my prison is a gilded frame

    i oversaturate shamelessly, for the psyche in my brain back burners that i don’t see but that courses like electricity through my body skull cluttered subconscious parts that bleed through when i don’t mean for them to if my ichor ran like acrylics when i hurt, would you believe i was a masterpiece inside and out? i want to be your color splash, your tinted glasses, your eleventh marilyn so vibrant your eyes burn baby, i’m my own magnum opus and i know it venus, mona, they’ve got dead eyes but i’ve learned that blurry cameras equal authentic smiles and the beauty in real people so don’t be surprised i’m the heat lightning in the dark and i’m a short circuiting wire, a force like gravity, i’ll make you fall deep and paint my name inside your eyelids oh, darling, i’ll set rome ablaze before you realize what you’ve set free
  2. magnolia

    my phone won’t let me take pictures anymore because i took so many of the damn trees which is okay because they never really captured them plus things are more beautiful when you don’t see them as often in late april when i drive into urbana sometimes it’s like pink rain magnolia petals like wet cotton sticking to your skin, magenta veins when it’s overcast the trees cast shadows in the street but the sky is still white i’ve noticed when i write poems i always set the scene maybe because i loved the world outside my window before i loved any person he wants to be a writer you know i trust him because he’s a boy with more poetry in him than you’d ever know my gut is never wrong his lips are softer than the petals falling into sidewalk gutters brushed aside by windshield wipers and his music makes me feel the same euphoria that thunderstorms do i can’t shut up about what i love once this little girl with sepal green eyes told me i was a happy person and i realize now that it’s a full circle there a picture of me at fourteen months under a magnolia tree with soft tawny hair and the widest smile so many years have gone by where it’s been missing and now my hair has turned carob and my smile reappeared wider and the magnolia petals spiral down down back to the earth and everything is good again
  3. im depressed and not doing great big surprise

    i love this line a lot.
  4. Mama's face

    i love these lines so much. this entire poem is just amazing.
  5. she broke your throne

    yes! it is! i was wondering if anyone would get that.
  6. she broke your throne

    waxen citrine sunlight turns our eyes to tinted crystal from the side, they look evil- not like i'll destroy half the universe and call it mercy evil, more like i'll slice you down to marrow with a smile we sit on bottle green park benches three girls, with nihilism seared into our cerebrum (someday, our generation will get a better name) laughing into the golden hour around the peridot-hued grass is cold under bare feet, so unlike the tar lines in the road we sing hallelujah as we walk home harmony melting into the pavement and into our hearts
  7. thoughts on a cold

    i love the imagery in this!
  8. when the bow breaks

    sending all my love <3 this is a beautiful poem, queenie.
  9. you will grow stronger than sequoias and in time, you will touch the sky this whole earth is a blank page and your fingers are bleeding colored ink the waves of the sea cannot compare to your eyes oracle beauty universes wait to be unravelled, secrets yearning to be found sadness sinking in like fog over fields, but soon, the sun will shine through laughter, golden smiles even on sad days, you are truly ametrine you will find your way although wolves howl at night, you are safe here with us. ~~~~~ author's note: to selah, kalani, emma, alejandro, jocelyn, oliver, and emmelia. these could be read individually or as a single poem? i think i'm going to rewrite this with different line breaks because it seems a bit weird like this.
  10. lydia, pt. 1

    i think of rich mulberry hues whenever i hear your name the kind of purple that can't be synthetic your namesake was a saint and your birth month the amethyst heart of winter i always said i wanted your eyes, terra cotta flecked copper (unlike mine- oxidized) and your freckles stippled on with the lightest touch
  11. what am i looking for

    i don't think i've ever related to a line so much o.O
  12. worth

    the simplicity of this is beautiful and i absolutely love it.
  13. The thing about hope

    as always, your imagery is beautiful <3 i love reading your poems!!
  14. thank you so much <3 it means a lot. i'm sorry you have to deal with this too!
  15. i. i’m standing naked in front of the sink examining myself like a cadaver i can’t decide whether i like what i see because i don’t believe the mirror or my friends when they tell me i’m pretty maybe i’m unphotogenic or conditioned into hating myself who knows ii. my skin and the room are turned vanilla by curtains that dim sunlight and block the outside and i haven’t shaved in weeks because it’s so cold so so cold goosebumps dot my arms and dark hair grows in all the places it shouldn’t i’m iii. envious of blondes and a lot of people really iv. i’m sorry v. there are three scars on my leg from my neighbor’s dog where the skin is not real skin but stretched and red and indented another on my right hand from a plastic chair (long story) a fifth on my ankle from twisted metal and a sixth on my arm from me vi. sometimes i wish we were all blind and always i wish i saw more girls with smiles on billboards and mall store signs vii. i smile often but do i deserve to? viii. i’ve gotten so bony to the point where i can stack quarters on my collarbones and you can see my sternum in the right light but is that good or bad? am i beautiful or not? ix. i can never decide
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