Posts
-
A Moon-Eating Resplendent-Goddess Lizard-Woman
I fall back onto my silk pillows and open my mouth to the moon. I swallow the hard light like it is chewable. -
Frequency
The sun is under a lot of pressure. 3.84 trillion psi at its core. Hot enough, free enough, to compose wild-eyed symphonies. -
Silk Cities
I build cities from dancing ribbons,
breathing wind into the tiles of recollection and imagination:
cold bricks, warm clay, wet lips.
I want to be Marco Polo, -
Acid
Lactic:
ingrown passion. rotting flowers. sweating like a clinomaniac. sweet, sweeter, sweetest, sour. I want the sky to fall.
remember the pickle jars.
I left them on the windowsill. -
Complementary Light
We carry complementary lamps:
Stars and Christmas and Pastel-Sun.
A little light is a glorious thing,
like the fleeting harmony of footsteps.
The sun sets at four; and we remember our candles, -
The Monastery
“Tedam! What should I do when I find a snail in my flowers?” I asked, holding up the small creature for his inspection.
Loves
-
Who am I
My name is Cass Parker Perez and I have no idea who I am. I know I am sixteen. I know I like writing, drawing, and listening to music. But I do not know who, what, when, where, or why I am the way I am. I do not know my gender.
-
The New Meaning Of Fall
I’m 16.
That means I have 2 more falls till I leave home,
2 more Saturdays spent raking autumn leaves,
2 more Halloween parties,
2 more homecomings,
2 more visits to the pumpkin patch,
-
Hing Ze
My mother immigrated from Hong Kong to America during her high school years, and continued to live here for college, through early adulthood, till now.
-
Hood Rats: A collection of Poetry- About 5 PM
5 pm
Is a time of day where it's not quite night yet.
Some would say, The day is young.
Others would argue, the day is over.
They will get in their cars and drive home to their families.
-
The Silence Market
In a world where every digital breakthrough to age-old traditions stood as symbols of our progression, it wasn’t the advancements themselves that captivated us, but the revolution of our words.
-
1st day of school
"Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it yet." ~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables