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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?”

What a Trick Present

Today, I try to write better than yesterday. I revise the poem I began yesterday, I make yesterday’s story scenes come clean. By that logic, tomorrow I will write better than today, I will improve what I do right now. What a trick present, cyclicly losing to my future self, and winning over my past–Continue reading “What a Trick Present”

Hypothesis Sea

If I take you to the reef of my mind, then you must promise to swim out further than the tides. — I have a hypothesis: I’ve only ever ironed clothes twice in my life, but maybe strangers touch the metal to tell if it’s hot so they know how badly they’ll be burned byContinue reading “Hypothesis Sea”

Chocolate Logic

Like chocolate, I melt in your hand. Like chocolate, I wait here if you are sad on the holidays. But, like chocolate, if you cry on me, my richness will seize, thick and clumpy. On the logic of chocolate, hold me close on the most special of days but not too close to ruin me.Continue reading “Chocolate Logic”

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”