Writing that blends the lines of creativity more and more
Nostalgia even before it’s over
Do you ever feel nostalgic for the people you never got to know? Am I full of others emotions or of my own–what do I horde from their sorrows. Lunch time in Paris was where I got to know myself the most. Do you think the city remembers me? How about my forlorn gaze placing …
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Performance
Connected to my senses, no matter which way they pull you in a trance of synethesia I recognize all that I’m doing as performative. In my own spirals of becoming I’m reminded to continually turn to the power of the ocean and ask how I am my own Beau Capitaine. It is only the sun …
Three Unearthed
August Evening I disclosed a l l of it to you As if it wasn’t eight years ago The tears The blame The secrets I was forced to keep The uneaten food wrapped up in her spit napkins Eight years ago I believed I deserved the guilt You were calm. You were careful. Studying my …
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20/20
Don’t tell me what its like not to be a dreamer My eyes are wide open, switching through the lenses. Don’t tell me what its like not to be a dreamer switching through the lenses, to see which I prefer Don’t tell me what its like not to always wonder I’m only waiting for things …
Legacy without hurt
You said you felt like me–coming back from a walk with fallen leaves I would’ve picked out, fallen from a tree I wonder what will be my impact that lasts the joy, growth, and pain intertwined from our pasts
A Walk Through Time and Deterioration
The small hand of the clock is on eleven, I reach over to the night stand for a flashlight–without it a long dark trek to the bathroom would lie before me–a daunting route for a five year old from her childhood bed in her Granny’s home. Outside the sky is bright for this time of …
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I’ll try to describe it, but I think it’s only for me
Isn’t life beautiful in the way that we have so many intimate moments with ourselves? Where no-one else is capable of knowing or understanding? A compilation of calendar years that won’t settle to arrange themselves in an agenda. Like when I finally cried, and it was silent and warm. I loved that drive, past the …
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