February 2011
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I wish I could grow a beard. A Poem.
I wish I could grow a beard,
I’d look tough and rugged
or smart and great.
I’d be loved or feared,
If only I could grow a beard.
I wish I had a ‘stache,
I’d look hip and foregin
or young and brash,
alas, I still cannot grow a ‘stache.
I wish I could grow my hair,
I’d look beautiful and famous
or natural and kind,
but with what I have I do not...
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a jolt.
one connection, a spark.
used to describe the emotions of a pounding heart or categorize the thoughts of a chemical brain.
think lighting with the power to destroy, think Frankenstein— power to create. One as unreal as the other, each unspeakably cryptic.
leave a mummy in his tomb, leave a flower in her ground. each not meant to feel the jolt of interfering power.
neurons in the brain...
January 2011
I feel like one of those ironic kitty posters of an adorable kitten looking at you with big blue eyes. But above the cat’s head is a bold helvetica font saying “i hate the world”
I hate the taste of stomach acid but I love the way it feels. All of it comes back to haunt me but in the sweetest way. It’s a beautiful poison. It’s the favourite of mine and it’s the choice of many, but it’s a secret kept by few.
Violent light rains on the windshield, our souls illuminate with each pitter patter. Shots fire but if anything goes wrong paper thin glass can protect us through it all. And I look through the screen of trees to see so many more that manifest into an entire forest. And I can’t say anything, so I don’t. There is fog but it clears my blurred vision so it all is as bright as an electric...
Sitting at a party and the only wish I have is to...
