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With no myths to dispel Words disappear Emoticons Hand-drawn, digitized Reappear Xoxox ❤ ❤  ((( ))) wordless we convey Our loss Of truth

The Science of Gender

My body’s gotten bored with normal sleep patterns – I was getting quite comfortable with the whole 6hrsofsleep thing. Well one can’t be the master of their own zzzzzz function, the aliens inside my head wanna stay up and awake, after all sleep is for puppies and ageing cats… As should be expected, being recently…

Exit

The mind wanders My heart lingers

Eating hearts, take heart

” Phoebe, You’re gaining weight”. “Hey babe, my jeans don’t fit any more”. “Oh My Gosh Phoebe you are fat!” ” WOw, i had no idea that you had hips, and your stomach, you never had a stomach?” “Phoebe you’re fat”. “You’re fat Phoebe”. “Phoebe have you noticed that you’re growing fat”. Alright!Enough with you…

Frozen Stills

There is way too much imagery Everyone is taking photographs of everything. ……………….most of it says/tells nothing. It is simply a visual attack

scales for hearts

He lost love The word Now he labors In a search for this Emotion In her, in him. The urge to revive That warmth, the heat, True laughter, I love you In her, in him For us With no myths to dispel Words disappear Emoticons Hand-drawn, digitized Reappear Xoxox ❤ ❤  🙂 ((( )))…

Don’t Change the Date

These songs I wrote all of them inside my head. written in verse like prose word to word I qualified them pretty smooth Sunday morning smooth… summer hangover-love-making-like melodies Afloat plane, sitting on clouds I air out my mind. Shapeless foam, one after the other, disengaging, disappearing into each other, emerging parts from the whole,…

Close your eyes. Open my mouth

lessons or rather ‘things’ I have  learn’t in my very late 20’s      People’s disappointment that I am not exactly as young as (I look) their idea of what my age shld be  Cravings are for people with very little to worry about The visa (acquisition) process is not something i will ever get good…

the walls are too thin, i can hear them three rooms away

a door opens a woman speaks a room fills up whats all this yellow. what is the meaning of this the man stands still, silent, in a corner chosen for him by the girl with lips well etched into smile.   how kind is everyone! they say hello they give you a piece of paper, and a…

The Generator Hums

sitting sipping glass, hand holding, clinching watching, viewing, observing, my voice growing louder, thinning, high pitched these stories, tales, my fears, am revealing unveiling myths, what’s familiar emotional drainage tell all before it retreats right back inside full- full… it’s all there inside my head, my heart, my blood stream it bloats, it hurts, it…