four poems for me, about you.

    Orgasm  the sky is blue for the first time in a while.  i know this bc i am seeing clearly outside my window, the shadowing veil has been lifted. i have escaped from something in one way or another; or it is just me finally looking thru the reflection now. this can' t be … Continue reading four poems for me, about you.

some new words.

I’ve come to realize that he does not matter. He was just a chapter— actually a paragraph of my young adult life. I could sit here relentlessly writing pages and pages all day about boys with slight smiles who leave suddenly with questionable and unfulfilled promises. After all that, however, I still would not have found … Continue reading some new words.

new york, new york

New York City is idealized as a sort of Emerald City for those who live on the outside. Hallmarked by its gigantic neon billboards and celebrity red carpets; by smoky basements and all black wearing college students who gossip amongst poets and entrepreneurs of booming industries and markets alike. New Yorkers are a breed of … Continue reading new york, new york

LAVENDER.

I remember that it was scary, really scary— the kind of scary that chills your bones and you don't even know why you're so scared. You just know that something out of the ordinary is about to happen and you have no control over it whatsoever. Sometimes I feel myself falling; I feel myself getting … Continue reading LAVENDER.