dear shelley: (the one who says I’m a whore)

not shelley, +++ the one I taught +++as a 6th grader not shelley, +++the one I know +++from chicago but shelley, +++the one from ohio +++who says I’m trash does it make you mad +++to know your words +++make my fire burn brighter? your anger delights +++my power, it validates +++my Read more

Bitch Please, I Don’t Need Your Words

There is a fundamental truth that is recognized by many to be by Mark Twain (though it is doubtful Twain every said such a thing) that “If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.” In fact, while the advice is sound, the quote itself comes from Alfred Read more

Viper by @CStreetlights

Viper

Small, eyes narrowing, tracking your prey with feigned friendship — I know who you are, with your erratic charge (manipulation cloaked as passion). Betrayal as a muse {a doppelgänger, mocking}tritely bestowing your grace on those you torture, a benefactress of asphyxiation. Hollow words drip from your hollow fangs (curved from Read more

when joy is trapped in forced levity: a beat poem

so there they are now, floating vexation on curled ribbon, meant to brighten on any occasion only to darken every mother’s despotism. balloons. fuck the balloons. either they sink too soon or never do. terrible humans, who are you who first flew bags with air? I’d like to shove these Read more

Chaotic Inspiration

A photograph, miraculously taken of a star’s birth, taken just when that star ripped itself from absolute chaos (near the constellation of Sagittarius, my birth sign) an undeniable thrill, this sign – a star born at my sign Scientists become poets, (a rich and powerful dichotomy) describing a supernova explosion Read more