September 28, 2012 § 14 Comments
September 25, 2012 § 37 Comments
Ability to sit behind desk 9-5 functioning on another’s behalf, engineering, executing a vision that doesn’t flip your stomach inside out, doesn’t make your heart go pound pound.
I am not mentally healthy. Are you? « Read the rest of this entry »
September 24, 2012 § 15 Comments
|Poppies are red and fancy, and I like them much.
Evil in the sense of intoxicating and giddy.An evil poppy is no ordinary flower. Coco is no ordinary poetess.
When she walks barefoot on the beach she leaves no footmarks in the sand.
When she sits and writes her fingertips spark colorful lights that waltz giddily about her, illuminating her.
When she sweats, she smells of lavender.
When she walks outside in the night, the moon cast a beam on her, moonlighting her path.
When she weeps alone in her bathtub the butterflies about her house flap to shadowy nooks to lament her fate.
When she tosses her hat in the air it always falls back on her head, fittingly.
When she sleeps, faeries sprinkle magic dust on her, to keep her magical.
To conclude, Coco remains an evil poppy!
September 24, 2012 § 26 Comments
..i never can, i never meant it— i only texted it—it was pretend”.
She sighed. « Read the rest of this entry »
September 17, 2012 § 12 Comments
The power, the play, the copy, the game
I’m the marketer of your heart
You gave cold hard copy
Pressed guarantee against fresh lips
September 15, 2012 § 24 Comments
I say YES. If you are BOLD. If you are fearless.
What do you say?
September 12, 2012 § 21 Comments
i had a baby, a tar-heart baby, i liked my baby, my tar-heart baby.
i was bright, i was yellow, i was painted in cinnamon cayenne and pleasure. « Read the rest of this entry »
September 11, 2012 § 31 Comments