Often times I find myself in the frozen food aisle and realize, I dont know what to get. My frozen fingers glide over the taught plastic packages and i seem to forget what I even came in for. Sometimes my life feels like an off-key symphony, that I attempt to conduct without … Continue reading Sinn (Sense)
After accidentally hearing classmates in the library say I would never have a boyfriend because of my looks and awkward personality; a ten year old me decided I was ugly. I say decided because it was something I had pondered about for ages and wholeheartedly came to believe and the snide remark by my … Continue reading How to find value in yourself, when you don’t know who you are.
“I have a thing for black girls“ You say, as you run your fingertips across my skin And as soon as this sentence slips from your lips, I know I ought to prepare myself to become objectified. I ought to prepare myself to be reduced to the one thing, I cannot control..that covers every centimeter … Continue reading I have a thing for black girls
Sometimes I disgust myself. The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done. The things I’ve failed to do, the things I’ve become And I try to make you understand where I’m coming from But I might as well be speaking in tongues When I try to justify myself and explain away my wrongs I’m everything … Continue reading Why we should break up…
I loved you so much it hurt. I used to smoke, sitting on your window sill High up on the 8th floor, legs hanging over the ledge And I swear, in that moment I felt so alive, so on edge, as the smoke burnt its way into my lungs and into my head those were … Continue reading Falling
I am a mess, A thousand problems packed into one expensive dress A time bomb, a cacophony of broken tick tocking clocks, Hurricane Kathrina in a heart shaped box, Flipping through conquests like an idle girl flips through the pages of a magazine Haven’t felt virtuousness since I was seventeen Too restless to settle down, too tired … Continue reading Heart shaped box
Her eyes were an abyss, so she kept her head down. She no longer had the strength, to laugh or to frown. For she knew something, no one else knew around town. You didn't have to be neck deep in water, to drown.
When the last of words are spoken When there is nothing left to say. I will sit at your bronzed feet.. and I will listen to you play. ... The starless sky will be broken as night gives in to day, yet I will remain at your feet and I will listen to you play … Continue reading Play
Sylvia Plath In my opinion no other Poet could capture the inner turmoil and pain of depressive disorder quite like she could. The line "Is there no way out of the mind?" taken from her Poem "Apprehensions" seems to sum up not only the poem and her book "the bell jar" but her later years as … Continue reading The Sylvia Plath Effect
There's a nursery rhyme that goes: "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride: If turnips were watches, I'd wear one by my side: If, If's and And's were pots and pans, there would be no need for tinkers" If ---who knew such a small word could hold such a universe of meaning? Who knew that a single word could … Continue reading If wishes were horses…