Inez Folklore

poetry is false

and i am fake, 

the world is spinning 

on an invisible axel

and i am screaming 

at the top of my lungs

out into darkness

with no one to hear me

Inseparable.

There was this girl; she and I had been friends since diapers. Teachers would ask where the other was when one wasn’t there. We were often mistaken for twins, our family sharing such a close bond. 

Many eons ago cavemen discovered how to write. How to read. Then that turned into the Renaissance era. People started to discover art, the art of human creation. Philosophy, a series of ideas which were spread all throughout the world.

i hate being cliché

i really do,

but when it comes to you,

i never know what else to be.

staying up until the clock strikes 11 past 11,

just so i can ask for that simple thing

love

Remember when?

Do you remember when 
When we were thinking about how old we would be
When we reached 5th grade?
How brave we thought they were?

This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.

I flip through the first

Couple of pages,