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Watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The foot of my sandal tries to skip over every sidewalk crack. To childishly repent. Nature that survives despite urban areas usually always inspires older lovers on a walk. The moon is my partner tonight. She's kind of the sexiest to ever avoid holding my hand. Tonight I write like a man who takes night walks in the city instead of the girlish twit I am inside this aging body. Still.. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
One black, one white, one soft. What does it fucking mean to have no time for anything? It's sort of like when I was younger... Make them kiss, make them social blunder and curse. They're just plastic. The shoes are most enjoyable to put in your mouth and chew on. Independence and choice are not things typically branded on my ass » Continue Reading
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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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Category: Writing and Poetry
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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