https://youtu.be/N-yANEhCIYs I'm aching in the anticipation of your lingering kisses that I want to save the feeling of. And I hate, that I can't remove you from all the space that's used to keep records of all the lines on your face. I keep writing about you because I'm trying to find the right words … Continue reading (anti)Acid
Tag: poems
starting 30
I live in dichotomies and reflect on the mile stone of reaching another decade around the sun. I feel old and then I don't feel old enough. I listen to jazz like a good intellectual and say things like Miles is so existential and I want to punch myself in the face when those words vomit … Continue reading starting 30
electricity
I have a long list of lovers I consider in the hindsight of nostalgia. I think about the tiny moments that are shared between souls when it feels like the rest of the world fades away. I am the star I my personal collection of romantic scenes. Drunken bare feet dancing in spare rooms of … Continue reading electricity
coffee shops
Coffee shops act as my sanctuary these days because I'm hopelessly addicted to the smell of the coffee shop. I like when coffee burns down my throat like I'm drinking molten lava. It's sort of how whiskey feels when you drink that on summer days by a river with the smell of lake water perfuming … Continue reading coffee shops
synchronicity
A stillness settles around me in the wake of the heartache that follows the end of a temporary affair. It isn't the end of days, but I don't know if its better when you know everything you did wrong. Then again, I suppose I might be addicted to the thrill of self sabotage or maybe … Continue reading synchronicity
depression
My depression is like when my skin feels like a prison. It's boney fingers clasp around my ankles and drag me down so far the only voice I can hear is hers. She's a bitch. She's married to anxiety and together, we enjoy threesomes. and then sometimes its like maybe this is fine. I met … Continue reading depression
time
I walk between worlds accumulating outliers that drift on outskirts closer to the center, than I can reach on my own. Confirm my normality, embrace the dissonance of the configuration that compiles this shape of human. I'm an east coast sunrise, an erratic display of golden light dancing on the Atlantic, and the skies extraordinary … Continue reading time
sunlight
For years, I was prisoner in a cell that wasn't locked. I held on desperately, to the shackles given to me as justification of anger, and of bitterness. I held everyone accountable for every trespass, and sin made against and to me. I screamed for justice! Because how could someone treat someone as insignificant, and … Continue reading sunlight
existential purposes
My breath lingers in the frozen air, and snow dampens the noise. I contemplate what it means to be. I guess that's the question, didn't Shakespeare say? I don't know what I want anymore. I'm cornered between, finding purpose, and accepting the possibility that, maybe there isn't any. Someone asked me isn't that a liberating … Continue reading existential purposes
period.
A poem for my period. I woke up to a tiny monster, clawing its way from the insides of my uterus desperate to see the sunlight. It stained my sheets while it robbed me of sleep to give me the consolation prize of not being pregnant for 16 consecutive years. This is bullshit. I don't … Continue reading period.
Semi-Daily Thoughts 