I treat my art like an afterthought. A side piece; I’m ashamed of My 2AM “U up?” texts when It deserves all of me And I wonder how many times I can Cancel plans before it says You know what? I’m done You say you love me but can’t put me first Why should I be around when you…
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Bring Back Playtime
Memory: It’s hot; the sun beats down on my head, causing sweat to trickle down the back of my neck and behind my ears. Not even July and the humidity is oppressive enough to make your breath catch. Not ideal for being outside unless you’re submerged in water, but I have a goal in sight, so the discomfort is…
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3AM in the Meadow
I like the 3AM me She’s the braver one willing to go down Rabbit holes of thought without Grasping each thing like it’s truth A bible to her fears No, 3AM me knows It’s all sincere but also full of shit And everything, ultimately, is fine In this freedom she flies So fast her feet barely touch earth There’s…
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Black Dog Scratching
Same old shit, different day I’m familiar with this black dog that Scratches at the door to be let in Before it jumps on my back for a free ride into My thoughts. It’s there now, do you hear it? I’m the one waiting with dark circles And smeared mascara on the mattress Like a queen of dark things…
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Ghosts in Love Rattling Chains Against the World
I keep looking for you in the places We used to haunt Ghosts in love rattling chains against the world You insist you’re still there But my reflection stares back, alone. We picked this place together Fought back the priests Exorcising misunderstanding I didn’t realize you’d converted While I wasn’t looking. Now I trace my fingers in dust Caking…
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Never Enough Time
“I have a theory for why time seems to speed up the older we get,” says Felix. We’re sitting in a little coffee shop. It’s charming. Cozy. It owes nothing to Starbucks. Felix and I are drinking some random house-special concoctions; this is before we became wary of putting sugar in our bodies. I take a sip, savoring the…
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Why Short Hair Makes Me Feel Powerful
I have had long hair for most of my life. I was one of those young girls who had tresses down to their butt in grade school. Ponytails gave me headaches because of how heavy they were. I didn’t care. To me, long hair was the goal. Tragedy struck in middle grade. I was talked into a short, curly…
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The Studio
Lyrics contain poetry We know this; listen But underneath the words The heartbeat That’s the shit I live for If my body can’t help but move Love’s gonna find me again Dancing in that studio The night hot, alive A heaving breathing thing Sweat dripping down my back To Magenta neon blue – Sara Myriad Note: Today I saw…
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A Whim, A Whim, A Whim
Unapologetic in her pleasures Selecting them like flowers Like clouds puffed away; an exhale Ecstasy A whim, a whim, a whim No need to compare to others No such thing as betters Just different talents; inspiration Learning More, and more, and more No greater joy than growing No greater triumph than knowing Tomorrow could the best; believe it Hoping…
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Please God, Let Me be Great at Something
Assembling images, constructing themes Why won’t the words come when I’m proving a point? I prefer my rage with a pen’s edge Knives are for posers Resorting to blood Instead of destroying the mind. Don’t they know The mind bleeds more? So I write my anger and I do puzzles Clicking pieces together Why can’t my brain click into…