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”
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”
I would like to thank all participants of this game for letting me adapt it for this post:) *** Meet Cadence Doyle: she has a job as a comedian in Las Vegas, stage name: Marian Marquette. Meet Griselda Last: she’s British, parents Knot and Greta. She goes to college to major in illustration. Meet Freddie:Continue reading “The Game of Life”
Mudskippers pounce for crickets. In this river, hunt for the wings that fly. — If you enjoy this haiku, consider buying me a pizza!
Catharsis in the violence, Or solace, I guess. Like, my heart’s breaking But it’s vaguely okay Because the world’s breaking too. — And I know, it’s terrible of me To relate to strangers fleeing for their lives, It’s terrible of me To take solace In sickness, destruction From the ease of my laptop screen, ButContinue reading “Catharsis in the Violence”
Instead of saying “don’t think of a brown bear,” and failing before you’ve started, think “I will think about a black bear” and now you don’t think about a brown bear.
“Best Days” by Alessia Cara hit me in that twenty-something, good ol’ days way where you feel too old to be young but too young to be old. Like the song goes, “you live and then you die, but the hardest pill to swallow is the meantime.” Here I am, stuck in the meantime. BetweenContinue reading “Songs that wreck me: Best Days”