Poetry

the small things i keep, a poem
i hold these moments tight like the morning awaiting would plummet me into darkness instead of the suns radiant light Read more...
a birthday party, a poem
A poem written from the doorway. My hands turning the keys, my shoes already laced. The knowing before the leaving, and the ache before the goodbye. Your body realising the signs long before the mind catches up, and the silent dread knowing your whole world is going to change very soon. Read more...
how strange it all is, a prose poem
I’ve been reflecting on people ive shed and crawled onto this past year. ive always been in changing environments. people, places, thoughts and mindsets. Read more...
quiet evenings, a poem
for nicholas for your quiet knowing. you have held me strong, held me tight and seen me in my human. it has felt like i have known you always. your brilliance will shine brightly, and you deserve the world. Read more...
that green jacket, a poem
I let you go on the exhale As the tram lights dim Goodbye Read more...
feeling safe isn’t the same as feeling seen, a poem
a poem about not being able to give all of your heart to someone, despite wanting them to have it. wishing it was them but knowing its not. Read more...
a cry for good hellos, a prose poem
oh i weep for good hellos.  for the best ones end up hurting the most Read more...
the promise you won't make, a poem
My heart teetering at my sleeves, It almost leaps into your arms Read more...
the homes i made elsewhere, a prose poem
I don’t see my family often. I am the daughter who left. Catching flights to chase my dreams. Read more...
my heart in my hands, a poem
smiles that felt unnaturally heavy and a laughter that would not come. Read more...
between august and september, a prose poem
august breathes its last breath on a chilly night and the light of September’s breeze sparkles through the leaves outside. Read more...
i don't like hoodies, a poem
a poem about routine, lost love and the way we entwine ourselves into the people who make a home in our hearts. Read more...
the language of warmth, a prose poem
Come in, Let me turn the kettle on And leave your shoes by the door so I can hang up your coat Theres a crumble in the oven. Do you want sugar or milk? I’ve already set the table for two.   Read more...
slipping back into sleep, a poem
we both belong in almost full places, homes caught between seas. pulled apart and sewn back together Read more...
people i'm made of, a poem
my password is the birthday of a boy i thought i loved at fourteen, and my hair is long like the sister i used to admire in my memories. Read more...
dot on the horizon, a poem
post clarity musings from a relationship's end that came out of nowhere. Read more...
august holds me, a poem
august brings the light of summer, the faintest breeze of autumn and warmth of sun on bare arms. Read more...
bundled, a poem
i wrote this five days before my partner broke up with me. although we aren't together anymore, this deserved a place for me to shout it into the void. for my words ring true and clear regardless of outcome. Read more...
as may exhales, a poem
june creeps closer her breath teasing warmth on the tip of your tongue    Read more...
radiant, a prose poem
The sky and the trees sing of the new day And the rain is sweet like the dew of may Read more...
smoke on your tongue, a poem
Sticky and lingering distastefully on the tip of your tongue. The bitter tang not unlike the feel of your cruel words Read more...
my house is a home, a poem
Shoes scatter at my hallway The sink is fuller than I left it Read more...
dapples of light, a poem
it is march, and oh how i have marched my way through this year the sun is beautiful Read more...
greying into blue, a poem
We chat about simple things and I know i will buy lemons in Naples. Read more...
your chair, a poem
love is a floating emotion, it settles like dust, yet with even the slightest breath, can be blown away. Read more...
You look better in blue than i do, a poem
Tracing what I think are your steps My legs are only so long. Read more...
In the shower the droplets feel extra warm, a poem
My breath sharp against the dark of the early morning Jolting up, my hands searching where you once lay Read more...
only a slice, a poem
you wanted only a slice with nothing but the glass of your wine Read more...
your keys don’t hang next to the door, a poem
You are not home. But I really wanted you to be. Read more...
she's like honey, a poem
She’s the scent of flowers from the highest trees And the quiet hum of bees that remind you of her voice. Read more...
embraces, a sonnet
But counting the days till your arrival I await our embraces reprisal Read more...
glance, a poem
a poem from my zine: brambles and ambles. an ode to my sentiments of the months june and july in '23 Read more...