Trauma, Mental Health & More!
last year, i cut my hairfrom hip length to ear lengthbut between my shoulder bladesi still felt a tingling in mirrors, i caught a glimpseof a large fluffy spider clingingto my spine, its legs restingon my ribs. i stretched thin and laid it on thickit didn't budgei tickled its bum and poked it with a... Continue Reading →
Is your own.
have you ever blinked so muchyour eyeballs melted and trickled into your mouth?have you ever swallowed so muchyour jawbone quivered and slid down your throat?have you ever sneezed so muchyour brain got a fright and hid under your coat? i have nevercracked that sneaky bone in my backsmacked that greedy bully in the backlaughed and... Continue Reading →
that slap of icy wind lost on a beachsave your breath, he knows what i think the rowdy crows nearby settling at duskshake your head, cross my arms, spread my dust this sand sticks closer to me than you ever didand these waves crash softer than words the hair on my neck still points towards... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Oqb6hgwyGo&t=556s a book review of Solana's SCUM Manifesto, a poetry review of Walt Whitman's I Sing the Body Electric and a general discussion on gender and rebellion.
A heart hurt is a heart grown Stretched to the darkest corners of your mind A mind ripped is a mind won Evil does not knock, it purrs I kiss tired shadows who have shown whats mine is yours, and what we find is guilt and all fear gone Love does not ring, it blurs... Continue Reading →
Dented and hollow, Blurry blasts of fresh air fresh from the tree My bones can breathe again My heart howls Drowsy and hot Rain rushes from suns and gushes in glee My tongue can taste again. My eyes hound you Quiet and still Webbing up thoughts and letting down peers My life can start again.
I wish the mentally unwell would wear stars My family is hard to find these days We could form an army like the nightsky And be hounded as a pack My spine has started to grow roots And I actually don’t mind being alive With samplings as dried up as ours We need all the... Continue Reading →
What makes people get out at bed at 1,2,3,5 amwhen the sky itself is just a sk- I too feel fine anddrink my coffee til i survive this 9 to 5but why put on a smilewhen i could be shouting about why - and how and whenand when will we finally come clear see clear-ly... Continue Reading →
My life is a spiral, ending in you,starting in fog, red and blue. Lord knows what I'll run into.You might choose me now, true,tomorrow, who's knows what you'll do. At the moment I miss you enough not to tell you.Come watch the streetlights turn blue,let's see what our dreams come to.Who care's what's right or... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 