Heather Climer

Joined August 2017

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Bio

A chaotic combination of music, molecules, color and curiosity. Fueled by no small amount of caffeine, I find inspiration in the world around me, and do my best to represent my reality.

Stories (22/0)

Latitude
We exist in moments Nothing more or less Soften Rapid fire release Of Everything Pent up in these lungs In this chest
By Heather Climer4 years ago in Poets
Rekindled
I have spent What seems a lifetime In sacrifice I have withered Uprooted Crumbled Burned I have Fallen At the feet
By Heather Climer4 years ago in Poets
To Fear
Leaning in To Myself I won't bend For your will You think You have me Figured out You think I'll cave Out of compassion
By Heather Climer4 years ago in Poets
Here
Here is the place I still bleed And I trust you now My weapons at your feet I'll open myself Pull the last thread And I am afraid
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets
Worn
Do not come to me With promises painted pretty Do not come to me Reflecting the stars old light They steal the warmth To feed apathetic atrophy
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets
So(me)one
I used to ache For someone to catch me For I fall often With abandon Call it reckless I call it living I used to ache
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets
Chance
I have come all this way And I will stand this ground I used to think It was my duty To offer my honey To every withered soul
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets
Undefined
I fell once To my knees All I could see A blur of white and green Holes in my head Holes ripped through my heart A battle of Love
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets
Ask
I asked Silence What was reason Is it the same as meaning? Surely, it couldn't be. This meaning Beating Wild in this chest
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets
No Man's Land
I had kept my hands Holding on To things Bound in illusion I kept my heart Locked in a case Hoping You would recognize
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets
To...
To The dusty road Winding Behind My footsteps To My lungs Carrying The current breath To The ache Within To every
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets
Stretch
I'm learning To take Up space In my bed. Where I curl Myself Into a ball In the very Middle Making myself As small
By Heather Climer5 years ago in Poets

Heather Climer

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Latitude

Rekindled

To Fear

Here

Worn

So(me)one

Chance

Undefined

Ask

No Man's Land

To...

Stretch

Stories (22/0)