The entries below are purely fiction. 9.14.20 I like the colour grey. The more and more it rains, the more and more I like the colour grey. It’s funny how different the city looks when it rains. All the pedestrians take out their umbrellas, and from my balcony they look like little, multi-coloured Pac Men,... Continue Reading →
10.12.18
Share your warmth and love, But know that Flies are attracted to bright things. And the Sun has fans and friends But not lovers. Call it "intimidating," Her warmth is amazing, But her skin melts bodies.
10.3.18b
It's the worst kind of breakup When you love someone, And the words thrown In the final act reveal That they never knew you. They never did. And perhaps that's our fault, We never let them. We were so focused On being kind, and on being good We forgot to be ugly, and human and... Continue Reading →
10.3.18
How can I hate someone Entirely Because of their little flaws, Yet, love myself Entirely Despite my little flaws? -empathy
9.26.2018
on perfect Perfect is what perfect does, It molds lies into half-truths, Photo filters and fake smiles. Perfect is what perfect says, A blonde girl and a venti cappuccino, Half skim, half whip, half-truth. Perfect is what perfect feels, Like a mask that doesn’t quite fit, A dream half-realized, half -perfect, half-true.
9.12.18
Sleepless still, Not much has changed since my girlhood: Late nights and longer sleeps That drag well into the next day. Lunch is breakfast, Dinner is lunch. Rush hour is 2AM, The hustle and bustle happening in my brain As I scramble about the house, Writing stanzas and washing dishes. Bothering the boys in the... Continue Reading →
Witches
“Witches aren’t monsters, they’re just women! They’re fucking women who cum and giggle and play in the night. And that’s why everybody wants to set them on fire ‘cause they’re so fucking jealous” – Ilana Wexler, Broad City, S4:E3-18:30-19:10
Gardening. Solace can be found in the mud, Your hands in the soil-- Uprooting and rerooting-- Pulling weeds can be like pulling teeth. Why are you so afraid to blossom?
Famous Last Words 