On September 29th, at around 2.30 or so (I know it was then because lunch was done and yet dinner was still far off), I …
A Stream of Consciousness on How Sex and Love are Confusing Concepts to Place.
I don’t know how to love. Scratch that. I think I don’t know how to love. And actually, scratch that again. Because love isn’t the …
Young
cw: violence, self-inflicted violence Sometimes I long to shove a knife into my spinal column.To spear the little red ball of anger and frustrationAnd kill …
Bellowed and bellied
Bellowed and bellied, In heavy breath and daisy chain fingernails-I realise I have no idea Where my light switch is. I only know nighttime, And yellow wine bottles,And books on …
There are a million lives
There are a million lives within the small confines of this grotesque heart, And the sticky eye dust-The corneas morning drool- Of historical cyclops’, Cakes the …
I am a romantic today
I am a romantic today. And with every eye I Catch And iridescent smile I See My heart seizes and squeaks. My pupils tango with the breath of baby pink optimismThat …
Love and Failure in the Face of Creating
All about loving a passion so much that you become scared to participate in it for fear of failing.