Rebecca
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Put it on the fridgeA Poem by RebeccaYou never read my poetry like poetry you always read it like a children’s drawing made with nubs of crayons. You never ask about the metapho.. |
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KnittingA Poem by RebeccaI learned to use a needle So I may knit your soul into mine I will turn us into a warm and itchy poem Wavering lines and a million metaphors Al.. |
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All things with graceA Poem by RebeccaI want to become so soft like a bad fruit, that my pores open up and the bees exchange my innards for sweet honey. My body will be riddled with hol.. |
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CompassA Poem by RebeccaPut yourself in the way of beauty. Rise in the morning facing the east, And as the sun rises with you Stretch your fingers up and try to touch i.. |
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Addiction to ChaosA Poem by RebeccaWhen I was younger sadness came so easily. I used to speak in poetry! My heart was a translucent silver ray of sun severing the blanket sky and i.. |
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An eternity without youA Poem by RebeccaWhen he rested his head on my thighs I wished it was yours And I closed my eyelashes and listened to his hair growing. A moment, simple yet suf.. |
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Her name was Summer.A Poem by RebeccaIt always comes back to the sun for her, life Of searching for it, dreaming of it. She Felt the loss of it before She knew it, born in the frigid wint.. |
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TragedyA Poem by RebeccaI am characterized by longing, for not even the knowledge of love is enough for the guttony of my ever aching heart. Always crying out for more, to .. |
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OkA Poem by RebeccaI’m so afraid of being left that I constantly internalize the feeling of you leaving and I cradle it close to my beating heart. So that when.. |
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The OrchardA Poem by RebeccaI started writing poetry in the apple orchard. Scribbled in the sweet scent of rotting fruit in rain The porus holes riddled with sneaky worms, out .. |
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