Miyuki-and-Shizuku

Writing a haiku; Running out of syllables is a pain in the

I am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backs And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck Wasting days wondering why grass is green And how it can be greener for others and not I Then I realized its all artificial food colouring And polystyrene picket fences Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour But l

Do you know what it feels like? To feel so socially awkward around people that you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, knowing that you don't fit in. And, you walk away... thinking that being alone will be better for you - but you're wrong. You just feel even more  alone; even more rejected from society; perhaps even sad, in some way. What do you do while waiting for someone? As you wait, and wait, and wait for them - hoping they'll come soon lest you seem like a loner walking aimlessly around, causing people to pity you. And your face gets hot, you start to sweat because they know - they know of how alone you are and they feel sorry for

she found fennel beneath her pillow, and felt the familiar flutter of glassfish between her ribs. to distract herself, she scattered the reddest petals in her bathwater. she braided poppies in her hair and, gasping, let regret invade her lungs.

Shit. I unintentionally use it almost every day. In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out. Even when I can’t think of anything else to say. You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt. That exact word will seep and creep out. It makes its way into any given conversation. It’s probably the most used default abbreviation. It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation. It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation. In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication. How can one word have so many definitions. And still have the same effect despite its repetition. How can this same word blur all the lines of di

Yoko Ono fuck the beatles, go yoko. don’t blame a lad for going after his lady. relationships are like the professions she exhibited in, conceptual in creation, but the meaning still escapes you until it doesn’t. pop a pill, pop art, locked hands, they say falling in love isn't too smart. but that’s why you popped pills to control the love. or control reality so you could feel the love. half are insane and the other are becoming so or maybe the other half are liars though. or maybe the other half of the other half are lying about the other half. oh. wait. am i the quarter, the half, or the twelve and a half? maybe iR