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Category: Writing and Poetry
Accelerates the playback speed of footage partly damaged by rain water and consequential mold. I'm breaking him down like carbon. I'm stepping barefoot on his soul. I wait for no one but I still feel deep inside me someone, anyone is coming. It's why I can't kiss gently. The fucking urgency of maybe being left untouched for eternity... or twenty whole minutes. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I can drink gallons coffee, I'm pregnant somehow and the fetus is predetermined to cure all cancers and environmental set backs accumulated by the earth's youngest living residents. I'm entirely independent, a career lady with a humble background which does not allow for boss bitch to consume her entire identity. Because I make art still after all. Little junk journals, inside are my poetry woes o... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I could be her mother. Blue orbs of lightning love promise. I could be her mother. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Initial introductions claim "middle child energy" Insisting to all of them I still need a mother and a fresh made dinner when I return home from travels of indecency. If my father was not unalive he would not find me cute as he did on VHS tape. Deadpan faces I made into the camera; clueless to what's to come. A man with headgear filming you feels so quaint now. I'm tired. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I eat my hands so they don’t stay idle. The metallic skin between my lips » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
She surprises me. I often feel the bottom of her heel dig mercilessly into my mind. Never a mutual grappling of how to mesh stark contrast differences and languages taught young. But somehow neither of us are very fluent in the other’s native tongue? I sometimes forget I lived almost a full year under her heart. I didn’t ask for it. But I don’t think she really did either? » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I drink and eat without any remorse. I fuck myself like never before. It’s still not enough. Super glue becomes reform calloused. Making multimedia projects to pass my multi yearnings and desire. Spend more hours trying to Etch A Sketch precisely lips I can never touch. Make “Future” lists. Make daily happenings built upon the indie short inside my head that shows the many mundane m » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
How does he know? How does he know when my insides are the softest? Sunlight casually poisoning my face and » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
a simple look. I feel it on me like a pair of jeans transformative even in botched dressing room » Continue Reading
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I wish I wrote and composed the song This Must Be the Place. I wish I could float outside myself and laugh at all this stupid shit. For a moment, for a second, I’d be away from here and away from all touch entirely. He kisses me in the shower. He kisses me inside my brain. It’s all so dumb I could scream… David Byrne be my dad! David Byrne be my boyfriend! If I wasn’t so se » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I don’t really know what to say. I always know what to say. It’s a weird feeling; waking up like a confused child having to » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I always thought cheating made more sense than actually taking risk and living it. Put the positive affirmations up on the bathroom wall… watch them wilt in steam without ever reading a single phrase. I love you more than you’ll ever allow inside your heart. You were my first girl my safe parts. The moment I showed signs of growing you broke down immediately. I cried for you almost every ... » Continue Reading
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