Florence Stirkelthe biggest and most easily refutable stereotypethe biggest and most easily refutable stereotype i’ve ever heard about poets is that they are said to be deeply emotional; after all…Jun 30, 2020Jun 30, 2020
Florence Stirkelyou were the fireyou were the fire i held in my dark, cold winters you were the warmth my palms required to survive endless, chilly nights you were the…May 28, 2020May 28, 2020
Florence Stirkelyesterday morningyesterday morning, i was shaken out of slumber by a surging billow of sadness the yellow of sun that seeped through the crevice between my…May 28, 2020May 28, 2020
Florence Stirkeldestroy your cagedestroy your cage unlock the chains holding you back let go of your fears fight for freedom spread your wings breathe the air fly soar…May 28, 2020May 28, 2020
Florence Stirkelpeople are marchingpeople are marching to the beat of their own drums, their drums beating the exact same beat, seeking the illusion of greatness when they…May 27, 2020May 27, 2020
Florence Stirkeli was eleveni was eleven when i started writing about my feelingsMay 27, 2020May 27, 2020
Florence Stirkelperfection is boringperfection is boring, hence the beauty in destruction he liked messes and broken things so he picked up the shattered pieces of you not to…May 27, 2020May 27, 2020
Florence Stirkelwhen i breathe my lastwhen i breathe my last, bury my body deep into the earth i used to walk offer my remains to the trees that had given me air, trunks that…May 26, 2020May 26, 2020
Florence Stirkelwhy do we love butterflieswhy do we love butterflies and hate them before they’re pretty? why do we worship successful people and laugh at those who are trying to…May 26, 2020May 26, 2020
Florence Stirkelthe brown of your eyesthe brown of your eyes reminds me more of the damp earth and distant comic bodies seemingly immobile and dead than of the coffee we share…May 26, 2020May 26, 2020