#bittersweetpoetmess

[bitter-sweet-poet]

Boots the height of heaven

eyes the chaos of edom

intention lost in wedding

snakeskin skirt she’s wearing. 

Germanic prince her escort

his hair is green and severed short

carries her moods around all the courts

singing pretty when she says nought. 

Her braids medusa

they snake around me, I want to be exclusive

could be an illusion

her name something my tongue misuses.

Face tattooed on my thigh

the tears splash on her when I cry

leak as faucets run dry

melted clouds drip from the sky...

[bitter-sweet-poet]

What’s In My Bag 2019

- water bottle

- a pen

- textbooks

- frustration

- jade earphones 

- 10c poems

- a lil snake or two

- violet mist toner

- ‘The Fable of Iphis and Ianthe’ (Ovid)

- haunted sushi

[bitter-sweet-poet]

k not to b dramatic but this song reminds me of lilac lights, Japan, angelic people, starry tears, 12.50pm vs. 12.50am, personal prisons, glossy mermaids, and demons with flower-laced horns..

[bitter-sweet-poet]

Paper flowers to adorn hair

Butterfly rings binding an heir

Then the paper turns to iron which burns your faerie skin,

The butterflies turn carnivorous, their teeth as thin as pins.

[bitter-sweet-poet]

…as if she were watching the world through a kaleidoscope, the colours swirling and turning her head into a paintbox.

a mess pt 1