I am lighter today: Lungs full, Heart open, Thoughts quiet, Only my feet are grounded.
3.20.19
We grow apart Only to come together, Another day, Smarter.
3.18.19
Bullshit. I know very much who I am. Sometimes, the pros simply sound like the cons. Sometimes, I win from both outcomes. Sometimes, I'm indecisive. That is not a reflection of the entirety of my character. My plate is stacked, And perhaps my burden is invisible to you. So before you pass judgement Educate yourself;... Continue Reading →
2.12.19
Perfectly timed Interruptions Ruin Perfectly planned Days of delight. Though, Flexible folk Focus on The folly and fun Of disarray.
12.19.18
My little heart Bumps into walls, Drop things, and Knocks on doors Too hard. Confused, she patters Then picks up the pace; Suprised by simple things, Like kindness. In love, She ponders passionate Possibilities, So much so, my brain reminds her It is She who does the thinking. Though in love, Both are at a... Continue Reading →
12.10.18
Apples and bananas Comparable by no means; Red and yellow Primary, though different; You and me Opposites attract.
12.3.18
My mind will always be the one to kill me; It won't be my gluttony or greed, Or my kindness or genorosity. It will always be my mind Though beautiful, Horrifying and unkind.
11.7.18
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 →
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.
8.31.18a
I can't wait for school to start So I can dissolve into heaps of studying; So my brain can expand, Rather than caving in onto itself-- Thinking and overthinking-- Until ideas become mush And memories become clinical dissections.
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