Love Letter to The Public

Things come with age,and in this day-in-age everything feels like a phase.Or even a stage.A stage in stagnation or complete motivation.Or a stage in essence of performance and crowd pleasing.I'm sitting in levels of nostalgia as I look back at pictures that I've painted.Portraits I've created,Of self and other.Singular and plural. As another year passes, …

Walking Lotus

I’ve officially been far away from you long enough to regain my focus. They see me as a walking lotus. It’s hard to notice, or even harness the idea that I run with demons as pretty as me. Being with you I romanticized my power over them. Bleeds in the necessary to mention that, I …

World’s Worst Neighbor

I play hip-hop at 5:45 in the morning. Probably not loud enough for you to hear, but my paranoia says otherwise. Plus I think bass levels somehow make their sound waves to everyone’s face. I smoke weed when I feel like it. And sometimes I don’t light the incense to defuse the aroma that instantly …

Summers Away with Bruce Wayne

I think I still like you. I think I still like you though I know you’ll never like me the same. I still like you and I’ll never tell you. I’ll remain a shell of her. Maybe for sake of memory. Maybe for sake of envy because she pulled pieces of you that I now …

Can You Protect Me?: Part 2

The least you can do is protect me.Especially if I don't let you sex me. There are thousands of queens like me:catching advances and still learning when to take real chances.Because we already live at risk.Live in fear and live in risk, susceptible to dying at the hands of both.Do you understand what it feels …

Can You Protect Me?: Part 1

Lusting over me as you move away from your regrets.I can't even fully express how depressed it makes me when I realize you've sexualized my mind and body.Even down to my vitals. You tell me how long you will stay inside my guts.You tell me how long you've been waiting to taste me.Truth, all I …

Remembering You: Le Vie en Rose(s)

Pulling on my human heart strings in hopes to facilitate healing through art in grief. This is a piece to say my peace.

002 – to/4 Women, You, Us.

I almost rolled my ankle last night.I guess it doesn’t matter because I’m okay now, but I almost rolled my ankle last night. It was symbolic. I was alone.But the symbolism chimed in when I realized I was laying on the ground whimpering with no help in sight.I’ve always loved the night even though she’s …

001

Continuous shifts to the tides around me. Waves surround me, yes, but I am not drowning. Astounding to me to believe that even in trials of defeat I rise to the occasion like a Phoenix from the ashes. Waves continue crashing against me, but instead I hear the crackling of my feathers. Brittle yet new. …

LA CAMPANA DE CRISTAL

Today my thoughts are: "Not everything is as it seems.""Not every post has to radiate positivity.""Dreams are really telling." I've been sitting in depressive episodes just about all week. I say just about because there have been peaks of happiness, but the melancholiness that sits in my shadows continue to persist. I refrain from writing …