Canned worms Pressed, half-open and forgotten— Bring angry birds Violent, ruthless and ravenous For what was never theirs.
My name stained Your tongue, Tapped your teeth And Lingered on your lips. These words you never said-- My name Written between the lines Of tales half-told: Stories of lust and longing,
Oh my God. I just realized I'm not married. And that I don't have a boyfriend. And that at any moment an angry mob will ransack my apartment in declaration that I'm a witch, before they burn me at the stake. How dare I be in my twenties and single, let alone unmarried? Damn. Damn. Damn.... Continue Reading →
I'm still trying to understand and recall the moment I started "throwing"around the phrase "I love you." For the most part, I can't seem to attach it to anything else but a period of time when I was in high school, when a series of teen-suicides hit my community. It wasn't long after these deaths... Continue Reading →
“He’s gone, it’s time to lose the weight and move on.” “Don’t marry anyone too dark.” “Why is your hair like this?” “Oh my god, I’m in shock.” “You look so good.” “Is this hair yours? Is it relaxed?” “Men like curly hair, but nothing too kinky.” "Marry a white man." Here are just a... Continue Reading →
"In lucid dreaming, you are dreaming and know that you are dreaming. A dream becomes lucid when your daytime 'wake consciousness' becomes active while you are in a dream- so you are dreaming and know you are dreaming." "Vivid dreams arise from Rapid Eye Movement (REM) sleep, in which the brain is as active as it... Continue Reading →
Love Love is the bottom of a wine bottle Days after a good party and a bad hangover— Sticky and black. Love is a conniving frienemy That poisons you blind— Forges entrapment for release, For happiness. Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, It seduces, it destroys,... Continue Reading →