We’ve been inside for too long.
“Daydream, I fell asleep beneath the flowers, for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day”
Daydreaming - Lupe Fiasco 824
He told me I didn’t belong here, as if he did.
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There were riots within us, the kind that went on all night; By dawn we were turbulent and there was no love.
817 I was a riot girl who fell for a peaceful boy. I fought for the sake of fighting In a crowd of small people Wanting to overthrow a big man. I had relationships, And sex, With angry people, passionate about a cause I cared nothing about. I was a succubus for passion and purpose.... Continue Reading →
New Characters?
I've been struggling with the aesthetic of the characters for a while now and I've constantly asked myself How should I bond the character with it's character poetry? I've gone from numbering each line of poetry and printing its corresponding number on the back of the characters, to simply writing down the poem in a book.... Continue Reading →
Bad Poetry
Bad Poetry is a term I use to refer to a series of tragic, ironic and consistent events that occur within a character's life, without conscious reason, but simply for the pleasure and entertainment of the Gods. It can be found on that particular morning when your alarm clock fails to go off, where you miss... Continue Reading →
Hot wax on my bare skin always reminds me of good days, and bad too; I still can’t tell them a part.
819 My boyfriend was a warrior, in the street and in our bed, but his silent kisses were more painful than his infliction. Hot wax on my bare skin always reminds of good days, and bad too; I still can't tell them apart.
Famous Last Words 