Poetry Books by
Whitney Aumack
We danced Until we lay in dirt Moss and mushrooms Finally one with the earth
A singer of silent songs In the never-ending night Calling to the weary The current of my mind runs rapid Leads to where my aches are buried Lifeless, cold, and eerie Galaxies that are infinite I still don’t know where… Continue Reading →
French poet Charles Baudelaire said “Always be a poet, even in prose.” May inspiration flow today.
Wordlessly Kissing me Like a raging midnight fire Breathlessly Head tilted Almost hearing heaven’s choir Effortlessly Lips parted Speak in holy tongues Carefully Lifted up On the air ripped from my lungs Tingling Hot as fever Burning lips to lips… Continue Reading →
I can’t be your savior When I can hardly save myself I can’t be your sunshine When my own clouds won’t dispel I can’t be your steady peace When my own storm inside rages I can’t be your constant calm… Continue Reading →
Within these pages are poems on love, sex, heartbreak, eating disorder, & everyday life written between 12/2022 and 03/2023. I have often wondered whether we would still be beautiful if the thoughts we think everyday were written on our skin…. Continue Reading →
This charade shakes my subconscious Shattered shades of blue Champagne sips, sultry silk I slip out of my slip and onto your lips My racing heart reverberates against my upright spine We tip-toe the line My body’s yours, yours is… Continue Reading →
The light in you Shines brightly on me It pours through your cracks Illuminating both the good and bad In us both The way you hold yourself together Despite it all Your head held high Embracing your flaws I love… Continue Reading →
I took a second look Into the night From my window All I make out is an ethereal glow from a low moon On a trellis of vines Covered in dew Mocking me Because they grow Fast and fierce With… Continue Reading →
You were never one to look around much, or ask questions My curiosity roars, yours is only implied That style of ignorance drives me insane I hear your thoughts echo from the void space in your brain Attractive, but plain… Continue Reading →
Just a touch A taste A shadow of my courage My first instinct is always to hesitate I see the silhouette of a brave woman My reflection displays a coward I move three steps forward Only to fall two behind… Continue Reading →
Whatever you get from me, intellectually Through my poetry It isn’t me, just my ability To turn thoughts into words to say in colorful ways all the ways it hurts existence into writing pretty and petite I try not to… Continue Reading →
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