I'm Going To Do That
Can I-
intrude into your fantasy?
Can I tell you a shocking truth?
Can I become everything you hate
so that I can love myself?
Can I dream of a job with impactful meaning
Can I-
intrude into your fantasy?
Can I tell you a shocking truth?
Can I become everything you hate
so that I can love myself?
Can I dream of a job with impactful meaning
i’m aware of what
feels like an
unbreakable addiction,
but i try
and i try
and i try
as i ironically agree
with every instagram reel
saying phones
are ruining this world
the leaves will start falling soon
and the ground will crunch under my feet
and i'll stop and stare
forget where i am going
pull out my phone and snap
a million photos of the trees
When rain bounces off the windshield
In patterns,
Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat
In soft thrums,
I begin to think and
am I free
will I ever be
is the meaning in the trees
will they ever be pleased
as I fall to my knees
does someone hear my screams
when I join everyone leaves
I wish I could just breath
Sea breeze blows my hair
The waves crash onto the beach
Maine ocean in fall
she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder
i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently
ashamed of my language
she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs
i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like
fall in california
even though i'm in new hampshire
and the leaves are curling.
the lights in sephora were sickly bright
like the lights
We,
The writers
The comedians
The storytellers
The artists.
We’re the ones who move forward.
We’re further than we were hundreds of years ago,
Yes,
But.
We’re not done.
I stare out of the car window,
with my life anthem
blasting in my ears,
but not quite loud enough
to drown out the sound
of my dad talking to my cousin.
I'm glad that you've reached this point in your life
I'm thrilled that you've gotten this far
I'm happy for you
Watching you grow "up" into someone who has a steady foundation in their life
I heard a whisper in the wind.
It bled into the paper-
bleaching out rubies for diamonds.
Whispers of the man who followed
A lead marked with a chloric scent
that would never leave even after years.