If anything is to eat me alive Let it not be anger Or fear Or envy Or doubt. Let it not march across my face like wrinkles will, Leeching me away like time never can. Let love eat me alive instead Let me breathe Create And feel Knowing that’s always been enough. An audience of thousands or an audience…
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Return to the Glass Prison
The difference between a virtual prison and a real one is no one (to my knowledge) is able to leave of their own free will and accidentally come back. What I’m saying is, if you decide to leave IG, make damn sure your app isn’t set to “auto login” or you’ll be back in the squalor before you know…
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Brand or Human?
I’m a curated conglomerate A popup museum, vaguely human My exhibits don’t have to mean anything, As long as they draw a crowd. I’ll watch any guru on YouTube Because I don’t trust my intuition I operate on superstition For all the wrong things. You ask me to help others, And I’ll gladly oblige, If I can record it…
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The Essence
Art still has truth. Take refuge there. I was originally going to make a simple post, because I went to the art museum last weekend and it fired me up. So of course, I had to pull out some of my favorite art books! There’s plenty of pinups, anatomical diagrams, animals, and fashion design. I often find myself on…
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Control
I wanted you for this perfect role I had In my head. I kept folding Pushing, pleading, It was the chance of a lifetime if you’d only see It from my side. All of my efforts, all that time, And I’m the one who broke. – Sara Myriad
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My Type of Summer
Another June rolls languidly into July and I once again ponder the idea of [Insert Adjective] Girl Summer. No maliciousness is meant; they all sound appealing in various ways. Being deeply in love with yourself. Enjoying time with friends. Feeling sexy and free. But maybe there needs to be a little variety inserted into the mix. Maybe we aren’t…
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Oh God, She’s One of Those
I’m no stranger to writing down my thoughts. I’ve been doing so for most of my life. I was inspired to get back into it last fall, after a somewhat challenging year. I started writing daily gratitude in a simple notebook I’d no doubt originally purchased for the pretty cover, but promptly forgot in one of my drawers. I…
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Happy
My legs are tucked up under me. Little aches and pains inform me I will be stiff tomorrow. I look forward to it. The temperatures soared above ninety today, but that didn’t hold me back from the zoo. I ran my hand over the velvet backs of stingrays, and laughed when they lined up for more caresses. A young…
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Human Loom, Human Vessel
Lately I’ve been trying to translate my words into feelings while still in my head. There are selfish reasons for that. My mind is a chatty seamstress; when I leave it alone, it weaves words effortlessly. Gowns of prose, embellishments of thought. When I try to put those words down, make them physical, too often the fabric unravels. It’s…
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The Songbird
We found our songbird dead in the kitchen, His body cold on the cage floor Next to the counter where my husband Caressed the lines of my throat with his tongue the night before. I sat at the window overlooking the street and watched not much at all The red flowers clustered inside the windowsill box The sky a…