Hollister shirt, mini skirt and Ugg Boots. I can’t believe that I look this cute. Braces shiny with blue rubber bands perfectly matching my eyeshadow and it’s my turn to sit on the X. Back straighter, chin out, turn my face, cock my head. I glance...
I’ll never have time for these bland, dusty halls That border my stumbles and cold, quickened paces Six crusty buildings and three loving calls Then a tube on a rail moving ten thousand faces Under stories and stories of friends sharing stories Cockroaches and...
Rationalization, regression, displacement, denial Learning how the mind copes with each and every trial Unwanted mental content, like sadness and pain? Repression is one weapon utilized by the brain It quarantines thoughts—protects me from disease But...
Lonely shadows dance along my wall Illuminated by the street lamp outside Playing out a well known tale Memoirs and sonnets from another life The shadows twirl and step in time To a song that I know but can’t hear This ends only one way, I know I’ve met him—this...
do i love th’ art for i love the Artist? or love the Artist for i love the art? indeed, they are the same. would that i were His muse, for then we should be as one flesh; while in His own eyes myself reflected, an expression of Himself within me. yet,...