by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
We talk about green thumbs as if it’s magic something you have or you don’t but plants are simple they grow when their needs are met unspoken in the words of man you must listen to hear the whispers you must slow down and notice you must care even about...
by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
I am always the one left yearning wishing reaching for what is… not there my hand cold with damp air I don’t know if something is wrong am I wrong? Doing it wrong? Because I just keep finding dead...
by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
feels like I’m climbing a gravel mountain sliding down each step clutching at pebbles running through my fists trying to hold on perhaps I should give up let myself slide eaten by the mountain because I feel so alone so far from the...
by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
coffee or tea doesn’t matter to me the depth of one not shallow the other rich and deep bitter but sweet those toasted beans sing to me slighting my soul with warmth and peace sinking into these cold weary bones a cozy highlight to breath into the sunrise over...
by Grey | Apr 2, 2023 | Poetry
such a shame the glitter of gold that exists inside connot be seen by one’s own eyes
