We are the broken, told to stay within lines that do little to define what we are, but we know who You … Continue reading Broken Lots
poetry
Shall We
Shall I be more for you, than warmed skin in the dead of night, caressing deep blue oceans that are only visible in the sky. Taste me, bittersweet symphony of sweat that pools where ribcages dip and soft valleys are met. Shall I be this dance we are all too scared to commit? scarred into … Continue reading Shall We
Beautiful
“Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough”- Jean-Paul Sartre -Beautiful- Perfectly broken. Beautifully flawed. Fucking hate me hate the cracks where solid is supposed to be. I can't go back, I can't go back I can't go I … Continue reading Beautiful
Beatings of the Def Poet Who Forgot the Beat
I get so caught up in the def poet beat that I become deaf to what my words are supposed to mean. I ask you to listen to these rhymes in hope of times that they are worth something, anything, worth more than the penny it cost to print them, more than the soul it … Continue reading Beatings of the Def Poet Who Forgot the Beat
Faith Taryn Davies 