Tag: poetry
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love and death
i dug my own grave, six feet into the earth.my wedding dress stained with mud,i own no ring to a man. i own no home to a childhood dying inside of me.i am nothing as i let my flesh rot to the bones.the flowers you left behind barely resembles anything to the beauty i could…
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the idea of loving you in ‘almosts’
i bought that empty bookyou once picked up in a storeand said it looked pretty.i almost never write anything in itmaybe it’s too beautifulthat i might ruin itor maybe becausei am just too shallowto ever fully fabricatea way out of the labyrinth within me.now there’s blood in my mouthbecause i have been bitingthe inner of…
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Voiding Beauty
but my lovewhat will you dowhen it starts to get lonelier than ever.i know some years down the lineyou will look so lovelyas you lean by your small apartment windowin one of those majestic citiesand quietly smoke a cigarette.i know how you will smell offresh cut lavender on monday mornings.every weekday at 10am,the little lady…
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Happiness in Pills
when you start taking happinessin pills of whites and yellows and bluesyou will see yourself rising out of the waterwashing the sand out of your hairand picking up your month old clothesyou will find yourself standing uponly to realize that is not your feet.you take a breathlike your mother tells you to dobut it doesn’t…
Prena Poetry 