• magnets commented on the post, minerals 1 day, 15 hours ago

    You, with your zircon eyes. Your tourmaline lips. Your heart of iron. You, with your detrimental existential views. Hard as diamond and twice as sharp. Solid, but softening. Crumbling. You’re beginning to crack, and it’s because of this that the light might someday shine through you.

  • magnets commented on the post, mammals 4 days, 14 hours ago

    It’s impossible to believe you are an organic creation. You’re walking sunshine. I can’t prove that humans were once thrown together from the residue of what once made up stars, or if we truly were handcrafted in the image of someone called God, but you can. You make me believe in both. You are cosmic. You are phenomena. When you step outside and…[Read more]

  • magnets commented on the post, dense 1 week ago

    His steps are like a wagon with square wheels. His stomach feels full, like he’d eaten himself sick, and his tongue is suddenly too large for his mouth. Every swallow is a struggle. And his heart is so uncomfortably swollen in his chest—so solid and firm against his rib cage—he thinks if he were to tug his collar and peer down his shirt, he mig…[Read more]

  • magnets commented on the post, concept 1 week, 5 days ago

    I often wonder if the reason I’m so unhappy is that I don’t write enough poetry or frequent enough coffee shops or eat enough kale or kiss enough strangers, like all the other writers always seem to be doing.

    Alternatively, maybe I’m just a piece of shit.

  • magnets commented on the post, gypsy 2 weeks, 2 days ago

    She’s been to Paris, she tells me. She’s been to Dubai. She roamed the streets of Bangkok, got sunburnt in Cairo, learned to dance in Madrid. She stood before Christ the Redeemer and St. Basil’s Cathedral and was too stunned to even lift a camera. She’s seen four of the seven wonders of the world, and still she chooses to tell me that I am the…[Read more]

  • magnets commented on the post, vocal 2 weeks, 3 days ago

    I want the fire in my veins to break the ice. I want to connect. I want to be heard. I want to be undaunted by humans. I want to see myself mirrored in the faces of others, and I want to learn to love both.

  • magnets commented on the post, station 2 weeks, 4 days ago

    This place isn’t your home. These people aren’t your friends. High school sucked so much of your light away and the military took what was left. Your smile was stolen from you. But that’s okay; it was a crooked one anyway. You can find a new one. Or you can borrow someone else’s for awhile, till you find your own. Just because you were born here…[Read more]

  • magnets commented on the post, conditions 2 weeks, 5 days ago

    The stars hang suspended in the universe and he’s beginning to wonder if maybe he does, too. He forced a laugh when his neighbor told him good morning this afternoon. He walks close to the curb like he’s waiting for something. He avoids train tracks and balconies and his local pharmacy. He keeps his hands buried into his pockets up to the…[Read more]

  • magnets commented on the post, glamour 3 weeks, 1 day ago

    She sits on the curb and the rain is the sequins on her coat. It’s her lip gloss, her hair gel. There is no mascara to run, but there are freckles to muddle. Dimples to fill. It makes her fingernails shimmer and her complexion glow. It flashes in the streetlights. It sparkles in the low-hanging blood-coloured sun. But it’s nothing compared to her eyes.

  • magnets commented on the post, defend 1 month ago

    You only burn bridges because you think it will keep you warm. You think that this makes you your own hero. And you can be—but not like this. You weren’t made to work twelve-hour shifts and be alone. You were made to be spoken to. You were made to be heard. And even though the monsters in your closet are only skeletons, they still keep you up at n…[Read more]

  • magnets commented on the post, stitches 1 month ago

    You refuse to let your thoughts bleed because you’re worried you might stain the carpet. You can, though; I don’t mind. And when you’re through I’ll carefully suture your wounds with the thread of my words and remind you how strong you are for holding yourself together through all of this. Then we can watch them heal into scars together. Scars…[Read more]