i am a scared little lamb.
i am making the conscious decision to wake up a lion.

i'm giving myself permission to be honest, selfish, and true.

someday i will yell it from the rooftops

for someone who yells it right back.

i am almost 26 years old. i am almost 30. i am almost 40. 50. 60. 70. 80. 90. 100. 1000000. dead and gone. i don't write poetry anymore. or if i do, i don't put it before anyone's eyes. i don't make mix tapes. i don't receive love letters. sometimes people stare at me like i have something on my face, but i don't. i kicked all the skeletons out of ( Read more... )

for a multitude of reasons, i've spent the past week or so with the angry reds.
i am tired.
i am taking a deep breath and putting on red lipstick.
no one is forcing me to be here.

these are the things you keep to yourself. like wanting to be fucked in a photobooth. like wanting to dig your fingers into and underneath the muscles in someone else's back. to pull on them like ropes. even in dreams, i am still only subtly extraordinary. on repeat. i fly. but i never really fly. i don't soar. i don't sprout wings. instead, i ( Read more... )

it is quite possible i will never learn how to be a normal girl.
i wish i could learn to accept that.

build me a cottage in the forest and i will bake you bread.

i do not match my life anymore ( Read more... )

i sincerely believe in our ability as human beings to one day wake up happy.
and then stay that way.
which i suppose is why i keep this up.

it is quite possible i will be the next volcano to erupt. let me be honest then, now that you're here and listening. i go through these things in waves. i fold inward. move downward. i contain. i hold my breath in the bathtub. i start to leave bruises. at some point you have to come out from beneath the bed. at some point you find yourself with a ( Read more... )