Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Heavy minutes rhyming on her white wall, crying, flailing, slowly falling down like trickles of blood pooling around everybody’s eyes, around everybody’s smiles, but everybody smiles. Her fingers walk across the marble floor, nails scraping and tongues bending like half-empty dresses hung inside a closet. Boots, now worn, lie sullenly Read more
Last winter break she was broken and white, like salt on mahogany; spilled and unused. Around the corners of her mouth she sees fire slowly melting it’s way this time around and molding her into gold. But she’s a pearl, she’s a diamond and she screams because she doesn’t want Read more
Online dating’s long parade of hopefuls, liars, and scammers fills a seemingly endless pipeline that like a sewer, spews into my inbox. There was Bill, retired plastic surgeon, pleasant enough but looked like a corpse. Turned out he was a cancer survivor. No problem, but his negative attitude was. Beau Read more
Women, as they say, are for decorations only. A vase in an empty room. She smiles because she has to, another etches into her eyes. She seldom wears her hair down, a mane around her chin will bring her sociability down. Like little cats she was made to run around Read more
Elaina didn’t cry not until she was alone behind walls. Elaina didn’t cry not until she knew she was going away. Too much in a bottle like hurricane bubbling inside closed glass. Brittle pieces cut hard droplets of blood through skin. Never mind. Kettle burning she takes a mitten boils Read more
So raw, unfiltered through sun/moon/stars bathing and drinking in naked showers/swimming pools. Don’t cover up! Flaunt/hide your daisies; this basket has always been here. //sunny, sunny, but it looks like it’s raining through that window// Weavers weaving weeping some brewing/ cooking soup and vitriol. Both taste the same from your Read more
I need time to reflect upon my day, think about what I want, think about who I am as of now and who I was yesterday. These aren’t mere philosophical questions that I only deal with in my Theory of Knowledge classes. These are questions of everyday life that I must answer for myself. And the only way to do this is to listen to myself.
