How do you move on? Do you do it slowly, like a tightrope walker, a delicate balance between safety and doom? Do you pack up everything you have left into a box and make a run for the back door? Do you hand in a notice and lay it all out on the table? Do… Continue reading How Do You Move on?
A picture of a mural I took in Bay Ridge. I couldn't think of a title so... It's been a while since I posted something . Mostly I've been trying to gather my thoughts about what's happening in the world. I have a draft in my drafts folder with my thoughts and feelings on Black… Continue reading Thoughts, Thoughts, Thoughts
The tempting sunlight Cheek pressed against the window woosh, goes the winds song -Annette
Mid day rain from out you came Awoke in me my timid state Real life does not include "you and I" Killing time until I find Someone else with the same eyes -Annette
Of all the walks I've walked, tonight I pine For Philly air to brush right through my hair To wander through the streets without a care To laugh in Parc under twilights bright shine I still feel the buzz running through the air As we moved to the beat of living free Living new life… Continue reading Of All the Walks I’ve Walked
It is crazy to think That people I don’t talk to anymore Carry puzzle pieces of that night Things I said Things I kept For someone I knew, their memory of my story is pink and yellow Someone else might have known there was more I didn’t say Even now When I bring it up… Continue reading Puzzle Pieces+A long P.S.
Boy knew Girl liked him I guess he thought that she would like it Like His tongue snaking into her mouth His fingers scraping her down His hand at the back of her neck, like a leash Keeping her mouth close to his Swallowing her protests, Ignoring her march against It worked The protestor went… Continue reading Untitled Poem
The boy spits out his words slicing me with each flick of his tongue Each puff of breath pushes me further and farther I feel my ribcage expand on the intake, My back straight up high And I draw out my own sword And stab him right back Hand juts, arm surges Battle stare Attack… Continue reading The Fable
Send me a picture of your panties I move quickly Do I snap a picture of the ones with rainbows or the one with hamburgers? Fast food, it is I lay it down neatly on the bed Snap the pic, and send So hot I ask the boy what he would do If he were… Continue reading Send Me A Picture
In the two back rows There is neon pink goo Splattered from my desk and behind towards you Who knew H20 + O2 could be bring me closer to you I watch as your hands move, copying answers All the while you laugh as I tease you A rare moment It is mostly you making… Continue reading The Boy and I flirt while solving Chemical Balancing Equations