i'm writing again. mrow.

for my beautiful hunky
super sexy duckling.

m r o w
sad truth

secretoftheday: some-
times i hang
hang out with
my friends not
because i wa-
nt to but because

i

am

afraid

of

being

left

out

I miss the times when everything was in a not-so-cliché way liberating. I used to be involved with the world in an intoxicating way, where the deep rich history was in my veins and my ears craved lovely ancient sounds. I spoke foreign gibberish that used to be un-gibbered. My eyes saw the world, the raw earth, and tasted - yes, my eyes tasted - moist beauty.

I don’t know where she went.

quicksand

sometimes
the ghosts whisper
kitten
kitten
kitten
the world is a
sickening quick-
sand
sanding you a-
way

and sometimes
kitten be-
lieves
it

how i start my monday morning

lie in
bed all cozy schnuggly and
naked (but not really
because i got cold and put
on a sweatshirt
and knee-high
socks
and my panties still ex-
ist on my
bottom

they are flowery and
black lacey lacey

so some might call them
sexy but hush hush don’t
let my darlingpuss
know that i
told you)

ANYPOPSICLES
as i wonder how in
the world i’m go-
ing to get up a
big pink ele-
phant named ele-
phantom
crawled out from under
my bed and
simply elephanted,
“good morning princ-
ess, i will stare at
you uncomfor-
tably until you
get out of bed and
start your
day”

so call me a cow-
ard but i
did

stop talking about it i don’t want to hear it don’t want to hear

reall-
y
i don’t want to hear
know so
please st-
op

now

another try

i will now
now compose my-
self

and take this blue
pen
named keybo-
ard

and write
type

my sou-
l

but matt

but matt says everything will be everything will be everything will be everything will be that the past does not matter and that i-
i-
i-
i will be;alskdjf;lasjf;lasjf;slfjls;fjs;fdl;;a;soiej;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

oka-
y

stop

i would
i would like to
go back to those
days

with the girls
endless laughter-fil
led
nights

friendsh
ip
maybe tacky
a tacky word
for this

lame poem

if one can call it that, that is

lame
lame
lame
lame

STOP talking about things that i don’t want to hear stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop

she stopped
being my
friend

a long
ago

empty creativit-y

WH
Y

CAN’
T

I

WRIT
E

ANYMOR
E

A;SLDFJA;LSDFJ;LAKSJF;ALSJF;LSFD

WR
IT

EE

ignored

don’t talk

talk about
me nor
try to best
me just
ignore
ignore
ignore
me

alone
alone
alone

alone

me