A poem —

Writing prompt response — rhyming poetry —

rhyming poetry —

rhyming poetry —

rhyming poetry —

rhyming poetry — Livin in sin in the gaze of the Sun, her rays burning through me within and from above. I don’t know what I’m doing — only what I’ve done, and no matter how much it’ll never be enough. Inside the line of fire for sake of being tough. …

a poem —

a poem — Fucking and sucking and vulgar depravity, how did you ever think you’d hide it all from me? You talk about princesses and forever, like it comes so cheap… You sit with him and talk to me while I tell you to be free… Stained by your choices and walking the path picked…

Black house, no lights on. Inky sky of night — a silent backbeat for the fireflies’ plight. Fighting to be seen not for themselves, but for their light. Gentle tears from a moon too afraid to be bright, lest we see it all alone amidst the starry sky. Try and try, and try as we might, we can’t keep the fire…