where it comes from
I think poetry is what comes out of the bits inside of you who don’t know how to cry except through syllables.
Author: admin
A passive aggressive writer who hopes her dreads will one day grow as long as Maxi Priest's despite her mother's fears.
the invisible
I’m trying to reconstruct something which may or may not have been broken so if you can see the pieces, pick them up and if they were torn apart by invisible hands let’s stitch them together with visible words and comfort let’s love Us back into being.
how quickly
How quickly laughter turns to weeping smiles to dust longing, to leaving sunset, to rust.
Salvation Army
My emotions feel like clothes I don’t wear anymore. Everyone’s seen them all anyway and I should probably just give them away.
i would like
i would like to be released from having to re member your feelings
S.
Even if I wanted sex in the afternoon, I know it wouldn’t happen. You’re always busy, doing god knows what at your desk, typing at people who aren’t me, regardless of the fact that it is supposedly me that you’re with. I can just imagine the conversation. ‘Baby.’ Then there will be no reply, of […]
Looking for Light
I went to find beauty today, and it found me on a cold, misty road in Tigoni – after we almost got lost, of course. We were at Kentmere Club. Did I mention that it was cold as hell? It was cold as hell. Refer to picture above. Look at that. No warm fuzzies whatsoever. […]