Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams … Continue reading Sand in my belly button #poem
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won’t leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile … Continue reading Other guys #poem
Two stars meet for a reason that is neither Luck nor fate nor coincidence Out of notnot-boredom and notnot-love One planet is born Two stars see the light and wont let go The planet is abused It points at its … Continue reading You can’t afford to not listen to me
Sharing welcome information certainly is, and I hope not to sound too judgy here. If a thought can be a sin, surely we’re all sinners. and isn’t writing using repetitive hand movements to facilitate my thought process (at least here)? … Continue reading Is sharing caring?
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 … Continue reading Medusa
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 … Continue reading At the moment
A friend of mine was recounting an anecdote she heard before, and mentioned how it was the metaphor of a deep well inside that really made her connect her own story to the one being told. It was such a … Continue reading Metaphors or on language’s window to the soul
Faulkner first said this about writing, then Ginsberg, then Stephen King. It’s one of my mantras, but why? Let’s forget about writing. Kill your darlings but kill your enemies too. Not literally, but the ones we carry in our hearts. … Continue reading Kill Your Darlings