you smile at me, as if those lips were custom made for me... this persona you've got me situated in is it straining or am I swimming? you think I'm flying because I try to think before I speak as if I cared so much to waste my time trying for you to find me,... Continue Reading →
Pilgrimage
I didn't know how turbulent finding myself would be. It meant that I had to shift through all the bullshit that was blocking my intuition. It meant I had to be honest, and accept every element of myself and my history. I'm remembering dreams I'd forgotten, emotions I never dealt with and a state of... Continue Reading →
Poetry Vault: Untitled — Life & Times of A Borderline
(Untitled. 8/16/17. Los Angeles, California) I am pretty I am not masculine enough I am slacking I am not productive enough I am irresponsible I am not financially stable enough I am depressed I am not independent enough I am new I am not sexually experienced enough I dress straight I am not gay enough […]... Continue Reading →