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”
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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?”
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”
The Game of Life
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”
Unrequited Crush Number Seventy-something
You pick number seventy-two-or-something, because it sounds like an accurately large number without over-exaggerating too much. Though if you work out the math, five-plus years of crushes, one guy for five seconds passed in a hallway, another for a month across the school cafeteria…five-plus years, an average between millions of seconds and 12 months aContinue reading “Unrequited Crush Number Seventy-something”
From, New York
Give me a piece of your soul So I can go Worlds away And always keep a dream of you with me, Whispering, “Everything’s going to work out okay.” — No home can keep me safe So I’m running After a feeling, nameless, But it lights up my heart so bright It can cast theContinue reading “From, New York”
Happy Phoenix
Hi people, I will be taking a break for like a week after this post. Causes include: vacation + burnout. Bye. — Happy phoenix, a falling star above the city, crash landing to a skyscraper. An impromptu rooftop nest, the absolute best for gasping out her last breaths. A falling star sputtering, feathers of flameContinue reading “Happy Phoenix”
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?”
Chekhov’s Gun: How I figured out a backwards concept
The basic principle of Chekhov’s gun: if you show a gun hanging above a fireplace in the first act, it sure better get used by the conclusion of the story. It’s a clear illustration of foreshadowing, and using all elements of a story for a precise purpose, and not giving false promises to the reader.Continue reading “Chekhov’s Gun: How I figured out a backwards concept”
Jordyn Saelor 