Okay, so maybe I lied when I said I was busy writing a new post. I haven’t been busy with anything but mental breakdowns and relationship issues. But none of this is important, because this isn’t a journal it’s a blog. I’m not here to bore you to tears with the daily workings of me. Instead!

Instead you get to read one of the many poems I’ve popped out in an attempt to quench my insatiable thirst for words.

Things are good at hiding in the shadows.
Lurking in dark corners.
Dark things.
Things that avoid the draw of sunshine.
But everything is morning glories on the outside.
Shades of dark purple.
Blossoming in my mind
and drinking up the earth.
They drink up everything
until I’m all empty inside.
But everything is morning glories on the outside.
Precious white pearls that stop this infestation.
That halt the growth in the walls of my head.
This pesticide
to kill the creeping vines.
To stop this hellish bloom.
They dig their roots deep,
prying underneath.
But aren’t these morning glories pretty on the outside?