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Tag: poems
A Guide on How to Feel
I’m still here. A new poem from yours truly. Written on the Brown Line in Chicago. 9.29.22 at a bar in new york city i cried the grime caked under my finger nails and staining the tips the mascara smears under my eyes, blue shadows, rings of red like warpaint the way ink from a […]
Across the City
Across the city from you, I am with you.
Pink Feels
30 January 2022 pink hair flows and pink lights flash a nauseating combination like some say we were. never should have been never should be never will be it is too late for semantics emtionless at best soft glow on your face it was inevitable hands drum against the sticky bar a phantom plucking at […]
Ghost
19 January 2022 ***Long time no see. Everything in life has been hectic, in a good way of course. Sometimes anxiety has a tendency to be all-consuming and sometimes it ebbs and flows following its own rules. Now that there is a new year to be had I am attempting to reclaim my life from […]
Blog: On Endings and New Beginnings
10 December 2021 This past whirlwind of a semester has made me come to the realization that reflection is so important. It takes a lot to reflect and it takes a lot to not feel overwhelmed in an environment that sometimes has the ability to feel claustrophobic. I never really got homesick until this past […]
The Void
11 October 2021 I trace the outline of the moon with the pad of my fingertip. the little divots and creases never appear to be as bright against the milky milieu of the night. spinning against through the void. the all encompassing manic swirl of stars that collapse and die in a dramatic finale.
Woman and the Machine
28 September 2020 The whiz and whirl of the machine startles me and makes my heart pound in anticipation. I cannot survive without it the bane of my existence if only for a moment I can continue to see the world around me. my tongue feels heavy and fuzzy in its place on the roof […]
The Ballad of Tough Truths
3 December 2018 It seems funny, almost surreal that the best ideas would form in the shower. A warm tantalizing place where sometimes death has been known to occur. It’s too late to turn around in the shower. When you realize that the person you hold closest to your broken heart stabbed you. The place […]
Sugar Spice
26 February 2021 sugar spice everything nice cut my hand a simple slice of life pain tolerance is high you are my low numbness is sore blood on the floor I don’t want to do this anymore you don’t want me I don’t want you maybe it’s all too good to be true.
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