i am all and i am none of the pieces made of me i am a floating entity

this is an open letter to hopeless romantics (and not just the love involving sex) i have a way of romanticizing even the worst of things...

how do we forgive ourselves for all we did not become some boring love stories ten wasted undones then go rummaging for answers sipping s...

it’s 6am you still haven’t slept and the day was a literal battlefield your grip tightens on the slingshot that is your heart and one eye...

there isn’t an inch of my mind not fingerprinted by (and this is the worst part) a variated copy i want to say that things will be real g...

the keyboard feels like scrabble life is a box and my heater clicks i wake up five minutes before two hours after and she mimics she sits...

i am leftover sleep in my eyes 2:30 cheese sticks and the google translates of my mother tongue i am the girl who never finished first gr...

i want to write and fully stretch this waltz inside my head but sit until the cosmic yolk waves just to wave to bed a 4 in 4 by 4 quartet...

tiptoeing tips twist invitations and deep blue yellow smiling round the tenderest things the sways and swing of first night outs show me ...

i have tried to explain my hurt and still got hurt, so i choose silence yet try you tried you tried, you tried and now you try to really ...

dumb plastic flesh thick paper thin always wins the grins fake grins yet grins and still we give in so easily because the green or pink ...

when people ask about my dad i would say that i am him, but i would need a bob and stache and as admirable as he would be still, i’d neve...

You arrived at a very strange time in my life. I was on the verge of throwing my whole world away, and by my whole world, I meant all tha...

The theatrical movement Realism is said to allow its audience to encounter moments where it is possible to forget that what is being watc...

but if tomorrow i am no more, what will be missed of me a honeysuckle kiss hello, still won't you be more free caught by rim rounds slum ...

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I am a rather picky poet. But poetry at times can be quite a pickle, or at least if we allow it to be. From this you can tell that I am a...

it's 1:55am, i tend to make lists when i get stuck so here are the things i know to be true: - i feel stuck - i can't tell whether i am g...

Drake Doremus’ 2011 film, Like Crazy, taps into the bruisingly bittersweet finite reality of the now. Despite being unable to desert from...

what being alone does to you nothing absolutely nothing so you'd hope

oct 19, 1. trust your path 2. have a life 3. you never stop being a student, ever ..jenny connell davis

how much is too much

there are a lot of things that remind me of how much i hate this tongue twisting labyrinth in corners where you should be for me perhaps ...

such bunny hearted fool yesteryears all the same it’s in your head, then in your bed won’t fall toy without stains tucked in your old thi...