some have daggers
for tongues
they draw defensive
unkindness perceived
provokes strikes

the cuts sting,
at times, maim

what is there to do
for those with blooms
for tongues,
but say
my heart is soft and
means you no harm;
put away your blades
you don’t need them now

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I've always wanted to capture and show the beauty I see in the world: the pink of a flower, the silhouette of a tree against a night sky. While I use visual arts to express my appreciation of beauty, poetry is the means by which I express and explore my life's experiences to understand the depths of my emotions and how this world is at once beautifully and devastatingly fucked.


Once I decided that I could, the world of art opened up to me, or, I opened up to it.