stage 1: the pet store owner in the video game world. Name tags, puppy dogs, kittens, birds. Stage 2: the fortune teller witch chucking fortune cookies at customers in the streets reading your palm tree. stage 3: the rich girl in a future of teleporters and cancer cures, burning flame-resistant tops and buying color coordinatingContinue reading “6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)”
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Echo, or Deaf
My own footsteps tap-top bongos in my skull on the sidewalk my silicone soles roll in the snow, my shoes seem to slosh through shallow shoals– these feet mime an earthquake of music and the symphony stretches, shivering, across my whole surface, my breath my bite my beating blood; I scream with sound to theContinue reading “Echo, or Deaf”
Hope of Coping
For so long, I survived, biding my time– saying I bottled up the bruises sounds cliché but clichés sometimes hold true. I was a glimmery glass bottle, like they say, I reflected sunlight, blinding outsiders from what I held, I carried on by a determination to carry this heavy heart to some higher mountain, someContinue reading “Hope of Coping”
Like Happiness. Yeah?
My heart’s like a laptop, I’ve got apps going on across the sides, and windows open, my emotions change like the wind and my thoughts, my busy day come and go like switching tabs; but the backdrop behind it all should look something like happiness. Yeah? Maybe I was expecting too much, or comparing myselfContinue reading “Like Happiness. Yeah?”
Dark thoughts, Night thoughts
Burn world, burn I’ll spite you survive you build a palace from your ashes, burn world, BURN you have never loved me, have you? — dark thoughts, night thoughts, stray thoughts: this boy wants a boyfriend, because he’s tired of being the gayest person in the room –at least two trees in a hurricane ofContinue reading “Dark thoughts, Night thoughts”
Running Up That Hill
I watched Stranger Things season 4 two months ago–I’m late to the party, I know–and since then, I’ve re-watched that iconic scene in episode 4 (if you know, you know) at least 5 times. So a couple weeks ago, I finally did something about my mild obsession and made a cover of Running Up ThatContinue reading “Running Up That Hill”
tidal waves wept, candles lit
I find my voice, my style, then I break it after a while I’m pushing boundaries I’m sailing new seas I’m digging in deeper these spirit’s arteries, this song’s a keeper that word’s to weep this metaphor is too big of a leap. I write like a child I write like I’m wild then IContinue reading “tidal waves wept, candles lit”
Something way Bigger
I wanna be part of something way bigger bigger than the sky longer than the night spreading faster than the light. — I wanna expel fear that keeps me from talking ’bout how I feel, I wanna rise broader than mountain ranges, deeper than the sea, and I wanna grow softer than baby sages, sharperContinue reading “Something way Bigger”
Haunted or Wanted?
I spotted a shadow all alone to my eyes, dancing in the suburb street. The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home, but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor. I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for, I wentContinue reading “Haunted or Wanted?”
Salad Spinner of Sadness
Picture a feeling of sadness. Now get your metaphors mixed up, stick your feelings in a salad spinner, spinning round and round button bobbing up and down laughter lettuce cleansing cabbage wasted water. Picture a feeling of sadness, a painting hung up on the wall oozing moisture and mold when you go to bed, theContinue reading “Salad Spinner of Sadness”
Jordyn Saelor 