Language of Perfect Meaning

Are you lsintenig? I am hree in the eceohs of thsee wdors mxied up, scmralbed hlep me put teogehtr my mnid from the mire palese haer my sreacm unedrsntad it in this naitve tonuge (one hreat) we all cmae born wtih. Wake. Need. Seelp. Cry. Are you litseinng? Am I? (one vcoie) Plesae particce wtihContinue reading “Language of Perfect Meaning”

Eternity

We may be apart for tomorrow and every month for the rest of the year, but please believe this (what I keep repeating to myself): we will find home in each other’s arms again– some day, some year, eventually. Because we have all eternity to say hello again. *** If you’d like to support thisContinue reading “Eternity”

I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin

The space I take up depends on my distance from the walls: I am always the center point of a circle desperately trying to keep the radius the same between neutron-me and the cramped condo corners, me, screaming, and the suburb streets, my stormwide-spirit and the ocean’s heart. *** If you enjoy this poem, considerContinue reading “I shrink inside myself/I stretch Wider than my skin”

Me and My 202nd Post

For my 202nd post, I will be doing the same thing as my 201st post–a poem (if you’d like to support this blog, consider buying me a pizza. *** Sleep deprived, I am still alive, and words slough off of brain, tripping over themselves in my limp noodleness to srtike the keyboard just right, butContinue reading “Me and My 202nd Post”

Hunger

If a newborn has not yet eaten their first meal, do they know if they are hungry? Do they know that what they want, is food? Kits mewl, pups squeal, babies cry– “my tummy aches, I don’t like this, give me something I have never had, to satisfy me.” — I do not know whatContinue reading “Hunger”

Time Travelers and Flimsy Papers

I came up with a metaphor for me: instead of just existing in regular 3D, my brain, my body, my heart take an average of 4D genius and 2D simplicity and pretend to like it in the middle plane when really rather they’d be time travelers and flimsy papers, shiny puddles and every state ofContinue reading “Time Travelers and Flimsy Papers”

Steal the Truth Together

I wrote a poem. Then I put it to some music. It’s less than 90 seconds long. *** Where do you, where do you wanna go? Speak to me, speak to me, take it slow. Tell me what you want to know From the sky to down below Searing hot or under snow– We couldContinue reading “Steal the Truth Together”

Writing Tip Time–Why, Lip Bite?

Are you familiar with the whole “lip biting=flirting, wants to kiss” idea? Well. It’s ruining my writing. When I bite my lip in real life, I do it because I’m nervous. Not because I’m flirting with someone. Body language experts and science back this up too. I mean, check out American Psychological Association, saying lipContinue reading “Writing Tip Time–Why, Lip Bite?”

from past me to present me/from present to past

You told me you’d love me, or, I told myself that when I became you, you would still love me. All of my dreams, how I want to sail across the seas, build castles in the trees. I told myself of love, so then where are the palaces we pledged, the pictures of the oceansContinue reading “from past me to present me/from present to past”