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Who dropped a coin
The penny dropsBut it sounds like a centIt tangs more than tinglesIve not heard this here beforeIve not felt this here beforeIm back home again when I wake upBut I never moved inIm owned and freeBut fuckWhat has been done to me
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Dried out flowers
The dried out flowershanging from a stringare still upside down.The synthetic string somehow stillholds on to the less than beforeVolumeLess than before LifeMore than before beautyWhy are you more beautiful dead to me?Why do I like the look of the fact that no matter how much I water you, you will never grow again.No matter…
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trigger
I sometimes loose control of my body My hands smack into my head repeatedly My eyes water with no end My heart rushes and bangs through my chest This can be caused when I have strong feelings that my brain can’t process. I wanted to sleep for hours and I couldn’t I wanted to feel…
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A woman
I’m a broken woman Contradictory Strong yet broken So much to give but not able to My mouth is shut by my own hands I was never pinned down But always told not to speak up To sit straight, with my legs crossed Because who knows who would peer up
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I don’t even know what to think
Out of sight out of mind Close the door out of line Why did you say that What the fuck that’s not nice That’s not the way u treat guys That’s a good joke You’re joking right Hahahaha wait is it a joke Or was it what I just said Am I wrong or is…
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Poetry by Taylor 