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”
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My Imaginary Friend
Oh oh o-woah oh. Imaginary friend, let’s sneak out tonight. Let’s pretend neither of us are people. You can be Stardapple, I’ll be Moonleaf, we can prowl like black cats down the sidewalks, to the park. We can climb up the playground poles, we can hang upside down from the slides. In the wood chipsContinue reading “My Imaginary Friend”
Awake until dawn, again
My terror presses like paperweights down the creases of my face. I uphold these irons on shaky steeples of a smile. *** Click here to buy me a pizza, if you like this poem:)
Can you hear the violence?
Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”
phobia 2/queens never leave
A queendom under siege, What sort of ruler would I be if I abandoned this home that raised me? *** If you enjoy what I’m doing, please consider buying me a pizza:)
Phobia
Help me, they’re coming for me– 12:37 am I shine my phone’s flashlight under the bed, in the closet, beneath the dresser, up and down the walls I wipe the floor with tissues the vent slats the outlets 1:23 am I crawl from under the covers turn on the lamp bend over and stare underContinue reading “Phobia”
The Symbol of Lullabies
Somehow, over the years, “lullaby” has grown into a symbol in my writing. For comparison’s sake, lullabies in real life entail quiet, soothing songs to help children fall asleep. Lullabies in my head have come to represent clinging to childhood or innocence, art/beauty lost in the past, and the comfort we hold to to carryContinue reading “The Symbol of Lullabies”
Some religious symbolism I guess, I don’t know if that’ll offend people
Burn me in Gethsemane A witch at the stake Dying on the cross. Please carry me home My burdens and sacrifice My skin My bones My ashes My groans Can you come and save me, What say ye? — Can we please just be fairies Faking like we’re scary, We wear our pseudo-nightmares To dreamContinue reading “Some religious symbolism I guess, I don’t know if that’ll offend people”
Jordyn Saelor 