Tag: poem

Legacy (Revised)

Legacy Along the walls of the white cube, Are photographs From the life of Alvah Goldbook. They howl at strangers from their polished frames, And lonely places on the walls: Consoling, inspiring, revealing Nothing but mystery and mysticism. Portraits and papers from old cameras and typewriters Jagged, torn, worn and wrinkled, Once ripped—indifferently— By a... Continue Reading →

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School Girls

School Girls Sometimes I wish I had your cynicism And could laugh at everyone with you and the girls. I put on my bitchest face and pretend to hate Everything with a pulse, But my jokes aren’t heard and my comments seem ignorant, Because I don’t read underground publications, About feminist injustice, or cultural appropriation.... Continue Reading →

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Grab a Bowl

The following post is a poem I wrote when I was in a bad place. It may be a bit triggering to some, but I thought I'd share it. Its a promise I made myself and sometimes repeat when things get bad. For some reason though, I never make it to Day 90 with the... Continue Reading →

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Grab a Bowl

I have an exam today. While I should be prepping for it I'd rather sit in bed and watch Game of Thrones. Here's an excerpt from Porridge.

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Orwell: The little boy I never met

The rocks he kicks with his feet Fall into place without any purpose. He steps into the sand and buries pebbles he finds. The pebbles and rocks mutter his name. Orwell. Socks filled with dirt, Shoes collecting memories. A little baby boy, Named by a mother and her love for Animal Farm. It was the... Continue Reading →

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