Your graphite smoothly traces along the figure of my soul Everywhere I go The world is graphite powder And my graphite stained fingers Are like an artist's With love, for a baby I always have a little bit of graphite When I look at my fingers A faint feeling In a palette of black and … Continue reading Memories on tracing paper
I miss you on many days, sometimes it’s an object, sometimes it’s something lost. My fringe covers my eyes and I dance wildly to the sound of waves, eyes closed. Where are you? I look at you, I look at you, I look at you again and again. The emotions pour gallons of milk, sometimes … Continue reading –
Cradling my sleeping child Clothed in a yellow lemon dress Feet bare and free I smile, Breathing in her essence. I whisper a little heart to her, You're safe in my arms now. We walk down the lonely road, Two lonely souls blending into a complete One Like freshly baked wholemeal bread On a Sunday … Continue reading Bringing the mind back home
I don't know what to do with this pile of mess we left behind. Eat spilled milk Or slurp it off the floor. Give me some sort of reminder that you weren't from my past. Take me back to the nostalgic days when our hearts were oblong. Long enough to touch each others' nerves And … Continue reading The pain’s getting to me today
Dearest, You know, I didn't mean to suck off your tits. Didn't mean to make you orgasm in agony with all the wrong lovers Taylor Swift wouldn't be proud at your list. But I birthed you a pair of glasses so wide, spent hours in labour shaping all your five senses throughout your childhood years; … Continue reading A letter from your beloved Codependency
A rose with smooth stem Redness dyed forevermore! Mimetic beauty.
Go faster than your brain- fasterfasterfaster STOP the train of thought before it arrives at your platform, a thought as sticky as slime, a starfish that wouldn't budge. Thoughts that have grown in your garden Sometimes we have more weeds than flowers. I say keep the weeds. Whoever you are, whether your ratio of weed to … Continue reading The mind
The adult you comes from a place of wisdom. It is not a cover up of the little baby soap within you, it is not a lost of frivolity and sun-kissed freckles you love. While the child within is shaped by an imperfect other, the adult grows and is watered with wisdom and love. Being … Continue reading The adult and child within you
I know you know, Summer hat of yours indoors Cover greys. I know you know Why you leave notes on my shifts Like rotten water that splashes onto my white shirt Baking a familiar scent. I know you know Loneliness has been flowers galore For though they've spoken your heart They cannot speak to your … Continue reading Joey, the aunty who works at the flower shop
Your weather was neither hot nor cold, an odd combination that called for equilibrium of the people's hearts and wallets. Especially the wallets. Because casinos were a make it big or break it break it small into tiny pieces of chip(ed) hearts. But it was too late. People possessed with the ghost of greed were … Continue reading Macau.