As a Leo, I’m told I’m a fire sign. Most of the time that feels like a miscalculation, at best. At worst, it’s an inside joke I’m not a part of. I can be particularly timid and likely wouldn’t speak up if you chopped off my arms. I often read confidence as arrogance and self-prioritizationContinue reading “Confessions of a Fire Sign”
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Good Times, Baby!
And it was a love like Pink Moscato in a cracked wine glass.So sweet and bubbly,So busy rising that I didn’t feel the cutsOr didn’t care,Not sure what’s worse.And anyway, what about the good times??The hysterical haze of possibility,When you took me in your arms and I felt secureBut enlivened by a closeness to danger.HarnessedContinue reading “Good Times, Baby!”
The Top of the Stack
It’s been a while since I posted a poem on the blog! I wanted to share one that I’ve been holding onto for a little while and incidentally titled it today.
The Intruder
You’d think it was strange,My calculated coolnessAs barbed wire snaked up my legs and thighs,I grinned as the steely stiletto dug in.Quiet rejoicing beneath the singular sting of needles!Because it felt like justice.But for who? Did I protest when it all got too loud?Did I struggle against that invisible titanAs he seized my throatAnd stoleContinue reading “The Intruder”
Citrus (A Poem)
The line went dead a long time ago. Disassociation central, and it shouldn’t scare you anymore. God knows I’m passed the point of worry. As I’ve always said, there is something beautiful in death, it’s poetic or sublime. Somewhere along the way his soul froze, buried in piles of snow. But look how it glistensContinue reading “Citrus (A Poem)”
The Many Legends of Wisteria Fields
Rosalie starts her journey along the dirt path with all the adrenaline of a rabbit being chased by a fox. She knows better than to take her time in the Wisteria Fields forest at night. The wind exhales an icy breath along her neck and Rosalie pauses. She glances at the bare trees that lookContinue reading “The Many Legends of Wisteria Fields”
A Sneaking Rage
I lay on the splintering wood. Weezer’s “California Kids” rattles through the back of my mind like a muddled memory. The smell of freshly-cut grass fills the air…Remember your breathing!… No need to be angry. Nothing is wrong. Still, the rage pools in the center of my brow, its acid dripping down to my lipsContinue reading “A Sneaking Rage”
‘In the Shadow of the Moons’ is My Favorite Memoir (VIDEO)
I’ve been wanting to read this book ever since I saw Fundie Friday’s video on the Unification Church! That was an embarrassingly long time ago. However, I’m so glad I finally picked it up! I added captions but they are showing up strangely for me. Let me know if you all have this problem whenContinue reading “‘In the Shadow of the Moons’ is My Favorite Memoir (VIDEO)”
‘Verity’ by Colleen Hoover is a Failed Mystery Novel
Before we start, I want to mention that I read this book as a part of a new book club my friends and I started. They had a lot of great insights, so I’ll be including some of their observations throughout. The first half of this review will proceed without spoilers. I will mark whereContinue reading “‘Verity’ by Colleen Hoover is a Failed Mystery Novel”
The Fighter
I mean this as a challenge. Because today I am ready to fight you. You who has kicked me, bludgeoned me, and torn me to shreds with a sigh of boredom as you do it. You may have pushed me to the ground, flattened me into the earth, until that familiar metallic taste flooded myContinue reading “The Fighter”
The Girl Lost in Diamonds
The warmth of your hand in mine,A crystalized moment,I want to stay foreverIn your dazzling coolness,Blinded by the sparkling waves,A happy hysteria,I’d be glad to lose my mindIf it meant I could be lost in you. Uneven breathing,Traveling eyes,So many things I want to describe,But left speechless by the sublime. Cut me with your edges,AContinue reading “The Girl Lost in Diamonds”
Getting Philosophical with the Narrator in My Head
Do you ever pretend as if your life is being narrated back to you in the 3rd person? For example, “Julie went to the cabinet and grabbed a mug.” I tend to do this, especially after I’ve been reading a book for awhile. I’ll silently narrate my actions in my head. I’m not sure howContinue reading “Getting Philosophical with the Narrator in My Head”
Hidden Jules 