What if the Mirror Had Swallowed the Room?

Drunk people waking you up in the middle of a night after what was likely one of the best days of the year – if not the best – make for funny, absurd poems. Such situations are a great opportunity for self-parody, too.

P.S.trangely Titled

I wanted to write something like “Stay”, about a slightly different topic. But I guess I should get a green plush mini and big glasses first, because it’s kind of meh.

You, Me & That Dot Over There

Hey you. Yes, you. This is my guide, sort of. She is like you, sort of. She is also like me, to a certain extent. If nothing else, compared to you, we are practically neighbours. And she might not be what you expect to see. So simple, huh? But get this: if you don’t like her, you don’t like me. Not that you like me in the first place, but yeah.

Cinderella Was A Western European

Your emotions are abnormal. You’re ultimately poor, no matter how rich you are by standards of Whatever-It-Is-And-Composes-Of-Right-Now and you’re not a girl. So, don’t even try to be a girl and don’t even try to think you’re equal to other people. Your sacrifice is noble and we totally have an interest in things. Now, if you had any sort of an interest, whether material or emotional, that would’ve been pathological.

Runaway Rooms

Chasing dreams which revolve around chasing through rooms or chasing the rooms themselves.

See You Again

Some childhood memories should not be banished. They need to be a part of one’s adult life. For good.

Flicker On, My Light

Love is not limited to single instances of people, or people overall, for that matter. Okay, romantic love is, but there are other types of love that make your life fuller, richer and more beautiful. There are types of love that help you understand who you are and that, ultimately, leads you to understanding both yourself and the others better. There are those unusual types of love that will liberate you and make you feel better about the usual types of love. And that is the kind of love I have been trying to express through these poems, for about a year now. Love.

A March Bunny Purrrrrrr Elle

There was August, September, December, October, November…well, here’s March. One of the uglier ones. Nobody ever said that they were months of the same year, by the way. This year begins with a February and ends with an October.

Grey Asexual Myths & Truths – Ace Day 2016

Grey Asexual, The Blog Entry! Now with sprinkles! Life in the grey area of asexuality. A story on why I ignore the porn mags that are right in my face, and why I would say no to Brad Pitt, but not bread feet. Mmmm, bread.

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