Muse

9.6.2020 I want to paint you in dreams of oil,fiery sand,warm moonlight,molten gold. I want the world as witnessof how I feel for you. I want everyone to see youIN flowersIN silver raincasting shadows on heavens. I want the sun to kneel for you,Rivers to bleed for youStrangers to weep over youdeserts shriveling, parched over…

Wise

4.15.18   14:35 Yesterday my mother told me that I am wise. I was closing my eyes in bed My comforter vibrated. I read, “I wish I was as wise as you even are now. I love you just so much” My face turned to sand. I engraved the words into a plaque in my brain….

Invasive

23:11 10/19/17 You are no psychologist, But you know how to play the brain. Roll the dice on the green velvet of undefined gray matter Snake eyes; see no more Gamble away a few calamitous memories In exchange for some exhilaration. Won’t give into interim temptation, Neuron signals higher expectation. You mind reader you… Playing…

You’re Creative, don’t you forget.

When I write, it all feels right. I can’t complain. But where does it come from, can you explain? Inspiration, is that what you call it? I don’t think of it that way. It’s more of a… How do you phrase it… realizing being lazy won’t do shit type of ambition if you get what…

Liquid Gold Love

4/19/17 Liquid gold love, Poured from her ruby-beet heart. Net worth more than Bill Gates, Money’s whatever, She’d rather make art. Swimming through cement layered streets, She’s a shark in the city. Daily grind on her mind, Chair of the No Fucks Given Committee. Swipe left, swipe left, till there’s no one left. She has…

I am From…

9/20/11 I am from Russian hats. From caviar crepes, to plain white rice. I am from ruined shacks, and castles painted more than twice. I am from the depth of woods; my roots are sewed into the ground. I’m just a minuscule hummingbird, that makes a loud clarion sound.     I am from parachutes,…

Coffee

Story of the Day 4/7/15   “Fuck.” I let out under my breath softly, as he bit the corners of my mouth. What I didn’t expect to happen was coming more hastily than I had originally anticipated. As we sat on the little red duvet on the floor sipping our coffee, August lifted his left…