The constellations were never aligned for us to cross stars again.
I don't wish to mold you into a poem, it is time to move on.
Push me to the edge all my friends are dead! --- Lil Uzi Vert, Xo Tour Life Darkness speaking shadows losing grip reality shots firing in my mind.
Do you love me? There was a plea in your eyes a choking sob you caught in your throat. I always thought I would be the one to ask you those frightening questions of doubt insecurity. The plan was never for anyone to get hurt I'm sorry for the pain I will cause your heart. How cruel … Continue reading Untitled Ninety-three
Originally published in the Quailbell magazine July 2017 https://www.instagram.com/p/BXzeTusgxBt/
I wish I could weave your tears of sadness into better days to come.
trk. 2 broken bond when one lies of little things they lie about everything ! --- Day Sibley
trk. 1 Never compromise dignity for the sake of likability. -- Day Sibley, Learn It and Weep
Hey everyone! I recently got three new poems published in The Quail Bell Magazine, and I'm super excited to share it with y'all. Please click the image below to view them. Thanks! Mountain Girl Nancy/ Vicious Essence of The Night
Be the writer of your own story. Treat yourself like you're the main character of your own adventure! https://www.instagram.com/p/BWq-g5YAY3I/?taken-by=daysibley
June 7, 2017 vibrating body waves of light suspended air disorient sounds this is what it feels like to die. --- day sibley, cardiac arrest
for raylynn gut wrenching gift in the pit of my stomach has never failed me before, why would it now? but tonight i hope it does. --- day sibley, intuition
I recently featured a series of photos on Medium, and would love for you guys to check it out. So here's to celebrating pride month 🙂 p.s. I do not own theses photos https://www.instagram.com/p/BU3uladAUD9/?taken-by=father.sibley
She watches the sky a horrific shade of black air heavy with mortal screams. Her tail glitters ever shade of blue webbed claws sharp as razors emerged from the sea assembling herself onto an ice floe gazing at the dying subjects, sinking to the depths of the ocean. The mermaid snapped out of her trance, … Continue reading She Liked The Way They Died