I stand in front of a blocked up Broad street, Turned into a high-decibel, 30,000 Pound stage for music and … More
“I’ve got a weight in my heart that shots for a pound won’t fix.”
I struggle to find peace in an inconceivably huge world whose heart has crusted over,
So I seek refuge in the small world of a large bowl,
And try to remind myself that tomorrow is a new day.
“The life of now isn’t anything the me of sixteen could have dreamed of.
But I’m back again, in the bedroom of the person I tried so hard to escape.
I’m sleeping with the shadows and memories of myself.
I’m falling into the same frustrating cycles with my loved ones”
I pace over my torn carpet, taking slow, deep breaths.
I know today is a stress volcano,
But I’m charging myself through its brunt, welding anthem in my pocket, hands first.
“I can do this. I can surmount this. I am strong.”
It was a regular Thursday. Wax oozed from the walls and the pores of our faces. We stepped through the … More
“Hundreds of friends in sight,
There’s no shoulder to cry on.
This isn’t the first I’ve felt scared, alone, in crowds like this
And it won’t be the last.”
“I want to liberate like the heroes I’ve learned of.
It’s time to think about my own
“My privilege is default validity, superimposed into the space of the
Bodies deemed hierarchally south.”
Have you ever felt the despair of your creations burning before you?
What is the importance of an emergency banana to you?