new converse, christmas lights strung up til march, arcade pizza glistening with grease, red hair dye, burnt-off fog, rain, i think, or the dew on grass, dark lip stain, tracks in fresh snow, heavy vanilla, old lemon peel, pink ribbons forgotten o
Some people don’t stay
like mountains do.
They arrive like weather —
soft, sudden,
changing the air around you.
They sit beside you
on ordinary days
and somehow
make them glow.
I don't know what is wrong with this world to make a young girl think that her body, when looking in the mirror, is ugly because her tummy is full of food. Oh.
As I lie in the warmth,
The sun brushes life with gold.
My soul fills with sounds of laughter, thorns,
but everything feels so cold.
The beautiful water so nice and giving,
I miss when everything used to be simple
when everyone got a cookie
and we didn't have to worry
about if there was one less
But I did,
because what if another guest came to the tea party?
Linger, Longer
Truth-Seeking Child
Be Bright, Be Vivid, Be Blazing
Be Burnt
Be Twilight Over The Sea
Be A Song On The Wind
People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.
But that’s not true, not in the least.
She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.
Do you feel your head unspooling into the universe?
The strings are fraying at the edges,
irreparably stained with the stardust at the ends
Of the many worlds you stretch across.
Yes, Alice thought as she drifted deeper into sleep from within that lightless and beautiful place, make it stranger now. Make it all new again.
The God
who created the stars
and the sun
and the mountains
and the planes
gazed over it all,
then added me
Cause He looked at a field of ornate roses and lilies,
Is it wrong
to want to be a princess?
Is it naive or childish?
Because I want to be in a world where at 16
I find my prince charming,
where every year onwards is happily ever after
a symphony of saxophone and jazzy drums plays
for a crowd of men in wide collared shirts and women in boxy dresses
in their hands are drinks
martinis and manhattans
with glistening ice cubes inside their glasses