Written by OhhhwillowJanuary 3, 2018January 5, 2018

A Word For Bad Weather

Silent things are not for conquering

Green Hips

The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.

Written by OhhhwillowApril 8, 2016January 3, 2018

Greatless

An indulgent slur of exasperated egoism and every day self-inflation/deflation which I will probably edit forever

Written by OhhhwillowFebruary 5, 2016April 18, 2017

Hairdye Decay

Are these clothes the colour of my insides? Are yours?

Written by OhhhwillowJanuary 24, 2016

The Spatuletail Lullabies

I have a vision of the shapes and words needed To say that I remember when we perched on secret ledges; The edges of a branch never broken but bonded By the pledges we made in the night time, To fly together. The sky saw us dance with stars and sing a salute, Farewell to […]