Where people don’t belong. Where people crumble Where people say to be themselves, but then say “not like that”. We have a set of unspoken rules. We have to follow others There are rankings. Why? We classify. We discriminate. We label. Why? It’s because of these unwritten rules, we follow without any… Read on
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Why are You Crying? Why are you crying You have a good life good relationships You are a privileged young girl On paper nothing is truly wrong with you So why are you crying You cry so often Tears seem to engulf you like the tide on a full moon Emotions drifting in and… Read on
I hope one day a heavy book with my name on it rests on your coffee table next to all the framed memories I was never even close to being a part of. I hope its pages are full of frayed sticky notes and the lines that vaguely reminded you of us are circled in… Read on
My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery store only a couple quarters in her pocket. In a simple exchange, she places them on the counter and returns home with a box of Bisquick. Her eyes scan each… Read on
She fades in and out of existence. Her violet hair pierces through the warmth of spring. She only appears when the frost of winter has seeped into the soil and leaves just as the August sun rises. But even in the short time she’s in town. She pleasantly stains every corner of your life. She’s… Read on
As summertime sadness begun and inundated me, It caused me look at the time I had with you As the evergreen tree blew in the wind and filled the empty silence with shushing So did your beautiful locks of black hair with your smile as wide as a banana As autumn time sadness begun, it… Read on