sarya the ceiling
roses are red, violets are blue; i enjoy writing, i hope you do too.
sarya the ceiling
roses are red, violets are blue; i enjoy writing, i hope you do too.
roses are red, violets are blue; i enjoy writing, i hope you do too.
roses are red, violets are blue; i enjoy writing, i hope you do too.
belonging is entitlement
sometimes for the better or worse
it can be a boost of confidence
you can scream “i belong here!”
it can be an object
that airport security has taken away
it can be a state of mind
where you have chosen to stay
it is the alphabet,
because A needs B
as much as Y needs Z
they all have their places,
and so they shall belong
belonging is flexible,
and varies depending ...
Do you have a particular thing you like to do?
IT SAID: I like to eat
Is there anything in particular you like to eat?
IT SAID: yes
Do you return to that thing time after time?
IT SAID: yes
Then that would be called your favorite.
IT SAID: okay
Now imagine that favorite thing to eat was your best friend.
IT SAID: i do not want to imagine eating my best friend
But you want to to return to...
my mind is not a peaceful place
broken glass and crumbled walls
past arguments
and spoken slurs
echo down my marble halls
stress and red
lace the ceilings
fragile portraits
capture my feelings
I hate my guts
and my friend dressed in pink
i love my clothes
but i’m not what you’d think
sometimes i go days
without thinking to eat
but it’s alright
things are always changing
and in my reflection...
“Alright then,” I say after the audience stops applauding. Someone clears their throat and my eyes draw to them. Oh. It’s Serafina. Of course. What better place to find you judgmental but also very nerdy ex, than at a seminar about the scientific method. I want to be clear right now, that I didn’t ask to speak, but then some smart dude with connections to the even smarter scientific community saw ...
i dont understand it becus ive never seen papa cry befor and ive never seen mama so cuiet in my hole life today we went to a big bilding with a lotta benches that were rilly smooth and my family was sat in the front and the sealing was rilly far away thare was a big box and it was also rilly smooth it lookd like a door becus it was open but was posishand so i cudnt see and evrybody wokd up but my ...
“ I think it was a tornado. Like in The Wizard of Oz.” She says.
“ I think that’s foolish.” I say.
“ So then what do you think caused it?” She says
“ Simple human error.” I say.
“ You think that about everything.” She says.
“ Indeed I do.” I say.
“ Huh.” She says.
“ Huh indeed.” I say.
“ Stop being a smart ass.” She says.
“ Smart ass indeed.” I say.
_silence_
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“ Or maybe it’s just an illusion,...
We all would’ve been better off, if you hadn’t told me where you actually were last night. We just can’t be friends anymore. This was how it was supposed to go:
You come over at seven. Together, we leave my house at 7:25. We drive to Angelica’s house to pick her up around 7:40. At approximately eight o’clock, we would arrive at the party. The deal was that we leave at ten. That’s the responsible ...