The casual caliente nature that is evoked by the sounds of a Spanish guitarFeeling the soft, sticky hot breeze.A lick of my salty smooth skin. My hips move to the music,the way the leaves sway gently in the wind.I glisten, I glow. A warmth, a devilish nature.I’ve always had this thing inside me;burning passion readyContinue reading “hot hot heat”
Category Archives: about me
reflections on being
I struggle to write the right thing,always concerned with if I sounddeep enough, consumable enoughlike, would I like this if I read it on instagram? Is it relatable enough? Trendy enough?Did I reference the right thing? Do I have the right problems?Or is it just obvious and contrived. Is this my inner critic?Or a glimpseContinue reading “reflections on being”
colour theory
I don’t know what it is for youbut for me it’s music. You know what I meanthat thing that brings you back to a memory No, to a feeling. You crawl into a new skinor really, an old skin. A phase or a versionof who you once were. All that, contained in a lyric, orContinue reading “colour theory”
in my dreams
I’ve been dreaming about you what can I say, you twinkle and dance around my thoughts like nothing, like everything. My memories drip and burn with you I feel you on my skin when I wake up I spend my day consumed with trying to figure out the snippets of unreality all that I’m leftContinue reading “in my dreams”
have you ever met a woman?
Have you ever met a womanwho brings light and joy to everything she touchesbut somehow also keeps your feet on the ground? She knows when to hold your handand when to wag her fingeryet either way you know she’s beside you. Some may simply call this a friendsome may say that’s familythey’re missing the point,Continue reading “have you ever met a woman?”
inescapable waves
Everyone knows that at the depths of despair, grief is all consuming like you’re drowning in the middle of the ocean with out a soul in sight or a harbour to call home, but what about the waves, that come later and later, fewer and farther apart, less of an impact but they’ll knock theContinue reading “inescapable waves”
black and blue
I spent months with bruised thighsfrom digging in my finger tipsany time I was alone with you. Everything you said cut like a knifeand yet there I was dangling off your edgesblack and blue and red all over. Hanging off your every word like I could become the me you wanted me to benot realizingContinue reading “black and blue”
“suicide” is not a dirty word
Meghan’s interview has got me thinking,reflecting on my own experiences& the human experience. Watching people argue & analyzewhether or not she meant itor is just being dramatic, trying to garner sympathy. I can’t help but see the parallels to my own story.My whole life I’ve been toldmy big feelings make other people uncomfortable. I shouldContinue reading ““suicide” is not a dirty word”
teenage dreams
You know those teen movies you know the ones that eternal summer dripping popsicles scuffed up converse running around the carnival lana del rey playing in the background thinking that life is hard not knowing how hard it really is that us against the world mentality filmed in gritty 90s tint the drugs and theContinue reading “teenage dreams”
one man wrecking ball
A one man wrecking ball. You see him surrounded by admirers’Never alone, always a pair.You think, him? Everyone loves him.He must be a Good Guy. Yet you haven’t seen him in almost a year and you still have nightly nightmares.The things he said and did haunt your thoughts daily. “People aren’t all good or allContinue reading “one man wrecking ball”
pretty words for wicked girls 