trashyghostwriting

[trashyghostwriting]

Hey guys!

I’m opening a Google classroom for people to be able to read some works in progress and potentially provide feedback, make suggestions, and help with decisive matters on relating directly to the works I’m doing. While this page will continue posting poetry, the classroom will have short stories and flash-fiction works as well as poems. It may also include chapter previews of my upcoming novel. If you would be interested in joining, chat with me and we will work it out. Otherwise, my page will continue to be the same. Thanks so much!!

#writing #google classroom #shortstory #poem #flashfiction

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A Birthday I’ll Never Forget

Beautiful girl with your sleepy brown curls crashing against my chest. 

Loose “love yous” mumbled around sloppy half drunk kisses

Warm arms wrapped tightly around my waist, inching closer every time I rolled over.

Sun streaming through broken blinds, both of us begging for just a little more time.

Saying goodnight to the last second of my sweet teenage youth.

Embracing the dawn of the rest of my life laying beside you.

Our first night together, the first time coming home.

A birthday present I could never forget. 

Falling in love

Falling asleep next to you in a world made all on our own. 

<LK>

#love #poetry #her #sunrise #teenage #sleep #lgbtq #birthday #kisses #sun #together #brownhair #browneyes #mygirl #iloveyou #goodnight

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I Told You

I told you that I had scars and you said you didn’t mind... but they always say that.

I hid behind my fortress, pretending to hate my scars but truthfully I loved them because they were there when everyone else left me.

I showed you my scars, expecting you to flee but you stood your ground and dug a little too deep.

you ran your fingers across the peeling paint in the confines of my mind, carefully skipping over the first sized holes in the walls, tiptoeing around the shattered glass littering the floorboards. 

you snuck around the back and crawled through the broken fence around my heart, getting lost inside my Eden.

and for once, I showed someone my sunlight, letting you bask in the breeze of my laughter. watching you heal yourself resting against my shoulder. heart beating like the waves on the shore.

I told you that I had scars, never knowing that I’d build you a home inside of myself, protected by those scars. 

<LK>

#poetry #writing #love #pain #scars #heartache #ocean #breeze #beach #eden #garden #broken #her #home #cominghome #sheismyhome

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July 2nd

you look into her and see something you crave. 

          a familiar sense of unfamiliarity and longing. 

                   a want and a need. 

but what is it she has?

           the freedom to leave?

                     your heart and reason to breathe?

<LK>

#poetry #heartbreak #pain #heartache #addiction #love #addictedtolove #her

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3 Little Words

3 little words that I couldn't say. 3 little words, who knew, could cause so much pain.

butterflies in my stomach turned to spiders in my throat. cobwebs filling my mouth, sticking my tongue to my lips, making me unable to speak.

weeds of regrets choke the rose bushes in my head. turning bright colored blossoms into tainted dusty memories of what should have been.

lungs full of ashes left burning by goodbyes. the collapsing of a future painted so vividly. the destruction of a home.

3 little words I just couldn't say. but it makes me wonder if anything would have changed?

had I been brave enough to step out of my lockbox mind, swallow my pride and open the door to my soul, would things have been different?

3 little words. what else can I say? would those 3 little words give you a reason to stay?

<LK>

#poetry #writing #pain #heartbreak #love #breakups

[trashyghostwriting]

Tradition

Peer pressure from dead people.

<LK>

#poetry #quote #tradition #family #peerpressure #failure #ancestors

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Snow White

Lips drenched in scarlet rose petals.

Ebony hair cascading down her back like slick, wet coal.

Skin glowing white like the silent banks of fresh fallen snow.

“She sounds like a princess.”

“Or a devilish nightmare.”

Teeth barred in a smile so vile even the Huntsman dared not blink. For removing your eyes from the statue that was once meant to be Queen meant certain death for any and all living thing.

But she let him live. “A fair trade,” she called it. As if anything was fair with the mark that had been left upon him. A scar running deep. From just above his jaw line sinking into his heart and flowing through his arteries.

A singular crimson apple burned into his cheek. A reminder of the one who saw him, and for once let a prisoner leave. A warning of the tales that fairytales spin. A truth webbed from a lie of how a prince can restore order to this wretched kingdom again. 

<LK>

#poetry #writing #fairytale #twisted #dark #twisted fairytale #nightmare #princess #snow white #huntsman

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if nights like this were meant for missing you, I pray the sun never sets again.

things I want to scream from the top of my lungs, but shouldn’t say outloud <LK>

#poetry #quotes #missingyou #heartbreak #pain #sad quotes #sadness #truth

[trashyghostwriting]

6-14-2019

I want to live in that place where you close your eyes.

Surrounded by such color and life.

Thriving in the space between worlds, traveling via tears in time.

Dancing with the universe whenever you rub your eyes.

A fleeting star in your mind, briefly occupying your life.

Unafraid, unbothered.

Harmless and free.

<LK>

#poetry #love #writing #quotes #eyes #space #time #universe #stars

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June 14th

gravely guitar notes resonate through the still of the night.

sheets stripped from the bed, crumpled on the floor like a paper bag.

bitter song lyrics filling your lungs, suffocating you with emotions.

a smokey haze blocking your view of the door.

soundless breaths and empty satisfaction like a cigarette after sex.

<LK>

#poetry #writing #quotes #bed #night #love #sex #sadness #smoke #music video #song lyrics

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Just Brown

they’re just brown.

oh but just brown doesn’t do that.

just brown doesn’t fade from light golden sunlight streaming through cracked blinds to rich mocha coffee pouring from your soul.

great California red oaks grow in your eyes. a slight flicker of wine guarding stories as tall as the stars.

a vision of thunder during a storm. rain and lightning sparking between your lashes. 

mystery and chaos melting into oceans, a siren call to the broken. waves of fear and raw energy crashing over me with each of your subtle glances.

glowing orange in the shadow of the sunset. bliss sinking to that lazy smile with each bashful batting of eyelashes.

shades of amber, pumpkin, sherbet, and gold reflecting off hickory better than the sun on water.

an earthiness that builds mountains and that people call home.

a magic that carries earthquakes and ground breaking movements with ease.

a midnight so warm and peaceful, the feeling of safety. pink promises and sworn secrecy dilating your pupils. 

delicate caramel drizzled over pecan pancakes the morning after. Honey dipped whiskey on sleepy Sundays.

see? just brown doesn’t do that.

just brown isn’t a chameleon of beauty and heartbreak. vibrancy curated from the core of the universe.

and if it is

let me paint my life in just brown.

<LK>

#poetry #writing #brown #brown eyes #brown eyed girls #beauty #nature #coffee #caramel #earthquakes #moutains #home #love

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6-5-2019

love is love is love is pain

         fingers like scalpels

                       and kisses like coffins.

a romance so violent it ought to be forbidden.

pillow cases stuffed full of secrets

                 bed sheets covering up lies.

the perfect angle of each step cracking and splintering beneath my weight but nothing feels right about this narrative.

glass shattering

        a lighter’s flame.

              another doctor in another town because the last asked too many                                                                                                                questions.

your body turning into a knife, crawling inside of me like maggots waiting to eat the parts of me that you’ve already killed.

massacring my future

            destroying my second chance with every irrepairable scar you left on me.

a nightmare called love.

a monster with pretty brown eyes.

<LK>

#love #pain #abusive relationship #emotional abuse #relationship #browneyes #nightmare #violence #Twigger Warning

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and you

nothing soothes my soul like afternoon showers and you.

your voice like thunder, erupting through my core. a raw earthiness lingering in the air like the scent of the world after it rains.

they say people like me are calmed by the rain and the way it moves because of how its ions resonate against us.

so if that’s true, maybe the same can be said of you. maybe the ions from the fallen star you were born from were meant to flow with mine. like two water droplets joining together as they dance down my window. a river of comfort and destiny to cleanse my spirit in. a baptism of hope and truth. 

but maybe its not. maybe the universe doesn’t revolve around pairing deities like us. maybe we are just oak leaves caught in a summer whirlwind as fleeting as the heat in a South Georgia sunset. 

but what’s the harm in pretending that we were made for more. that lightning was designed by fate to strike between our hearts. a rush of fire so freeing and invigorating, a new type of fear burying itself in our burn marks.

so what’s the harm in pretending, just for a second, because nothing soothes my soul like afternoon showers and you.

<LK>

#poetry #poems #writing #love #you #summer #storms #rain #thunder #thunderstorms #lightning #georgia #sunset #afternoonshowers

[trashyghostwriting]

Gold

Hand crafted like spun gold, you are a treasure. Worth more than jewels of kings and riches of royals, you are precious.

Delicate yet powerful. The ability to dominate lies within each meticulous detail of your body. Unique and beautiful, brightly glittering in the sun. Destined to be greater than this world has seen. 

To stand before empires and make them fall at your feet. To command the attention of thousands with a single word. Success is all that you know, all that you are capable of, for failure was not hardwired into your mechanisms and therefore, cannot be processed by you.

A beauty so breath taking, so heart breaking, that wars would be fought in your favor. People sacrificing themselves for your honor and blessing.

A strength so deep and rich, oceans could not out mass you. Mountains would be forced to yield in your path. The wind stopped dead in its fury. 

You were made perfectly to do all that you have, all that you will, and all that you can. Because no one spends centuries crafting spin gold for it to be labeled worthless. Attention to minute details cannot create defections, imperfections, and damages.Every angle of you was specifically made with intention.

Features so intricate, each freckle, groove, and strand placed so deliberately that even a god could not have molded anything more perfect.

A lattice of gold without flaw.

And you, my dear, are so much more than gold.

<LK>

#poetry #writing #love #strength #inspiration #gold #gods #beautiful #mountains #wind #ocean

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let’s do this right

“I wanna take this slow.” “I wanna do this right.” “When I fall in love next, I want it to be the last time.”

So let’s do this right and take things slow. I’ll get to understand you and tell you everything you want to know. 

I’ll make a move when the timing is finally good. Holding your hand so gentle, loving you like I should.

I could wait for you forever. Never once complain. I could die waiting for our first kiss and still love you just the same.

<LK>

#poetry #love #writing #her #lgbtq

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5/28/2019

her love language is beautiful. so unique and different from mine. so divine that angels fear the beauty of her words. a love language so strong it destroys worlds. 

so timid towards her own creation. so scared of what she might do and how she might hurt. she speaks in syllables spaced miles apart. taking her time to finish the sentence, afraid that rushing to the end will bring more pain. 

but when she forgets the power behind her language and slips into herself like an old sweater, you find each syllable is worth the wait. 

the ferocity of her raw love stings like lightning. stopping you in entryways just to feel you hold her. tiptoeing fingers across the seat until she’s barely resting them on your thigh. the skiddish way she searches through the sea of blankets in her sleep, restless until she brushes against you. in those moments, you relish in the feverish flurry of her love language, realizing she’ll set your world ablaze and make you love the way it burns. 

<LK>

#poetry #love #writing #lovelanguage #lgbtq #her

[trashyghostwriting]

The Power of Knees

Everyone writes about the body but always misses the most important part. They talk about the spark in your eye, the taste of your lips, the curve of your neck, the traces in your finger prints. But no author has written about the power of knees. 

Sliding against hardwood floors. Supporting every great first, from the beginning of a crawl to the subtle stretch of muscles against the gas pedal and my first taste of adulthood. 

The bruises and scrapes from the first day we met. How my clumsy ass made you smile when I tripped over air and your laugh caught my attention.

The feeling of the carpet making way beneath their weight as I sent shivers down your spine. Your knees pressed against my ears echoing with every supple tremble. 

Your fingers tapping against your favorite one in beat with the song when I took you to meet my parents for the first time. An absent minded habit you did every time I drove.

Cool ocean water spraying against my skin caused by your gleeful splashing when you wouldn’t slow down your mad dash straight to the sea on the first day of vacation.

The gasp ringing through the air when I finally got down on my knee- your favorite knee- asking the only important question I’ve ever spoken. 

The clumsy way mine and yours knocked together the night I made you a forever promise. Tangled together like kids in our own little blanket fortress.

The only girl I’ve ever loved as much as you shrieking “more bouncy more bouncy” straddling my knee -your favorite knee. her favorite- chasing after imaginary cattle on our make believe ranch.

My elbows grinding into them, head in palms as we wait for the doctor to tell us what they’ve learned. A faint little smile concealing the tears in her eyes. “You have a few days to say your goodbyes.”

The thunderous thud as they both hit the floor. Distant sounding glass shattering from the bottle I never wanted to pour. Cheeks stained red from all the sobs you tried to hide. No begging or pleading or second chances left to try. Just a silent “I can’t lose you too” hidden beneath your sigh.

Hardened splinters from an old Oak church pew nailing me to my makeshift alter just like Grandpa used to do. The sounds of heartbreak shaking the heavens as I ask God for forgiveness and to take good care of you. The power of a shame-filled prayer confessing the uncomfortable truth.

See, no one writes about the part of the body that can truly change it all. It carries you through each life altering moment and bears the brunt of the load. I can feel the power surging to my toes. The power of my knees- your favorite part of me.

<LK>

#poetry #love #heatbreak #lose #death #pain #prayer #knees #author #body #writing