sjsprWriting

Love.

Why, 
love has given me the sweetest embrace,
and cut my stomach open, to fill it with

fluttering wings

Love "raised me up so I can stand on mountains",
or some other corny shit like that. 
Love has produced from me

the brightest of my smiles.


But love has also suffocated me.
Love held me back,

love tied me to a 
chair, bound my wrists and ankles toge...

You tilt your head back

and decide

today

you will greet the stars.

Tonight there is nothing but a blissful quiet and a calm that sinks heavy into your bones. You welcome this reprieve; fill your lungs with it, let it leach the poison from your veins. Every exhale feels like an abandonment, a release of the ...

Paralian - (n.) one who lives by the sea

Wake up to the crashing booms

Wake up to the fingers of wind grazing your skin

Wake up to the salty tang in the air

To then

Live with the sand between your toes

Live with the water kissing your feet

Live with the sun beaming on your porcelain skin

And then

Sleep to the melody of waves racing up the shore

...

It’s been two months now. And to tell the most earnest of truths, they have been the most magnificent, peaceful, and, overall, extraordinary two months of my entire being since I was declared an actual human being (I’ve got the stamp on my ass to prove it: you know, the one that says “Kindly fuck off this is a sarcastic joke because I hate you.” If you haven’t caught on as of yet, I’ll elaborate further and help you understand that the general ...

It took me three years to forget what it was like to have your fingertips brush over my hips. I don’t think I’ve ever been held the same way your eyes held me that Friday night against the wooden floors. I haven’t played loud music in five years because there is a specific moment in the silence when I can hear your voice. The sound usually doesn't last very long but if I listen closely, I can hear you laughing, I can hear you looking at me. Sometimes I close my eyes and I ca...

The ocean is not special.

Nor is the tide, weaning and crashing.

Its smell is not distinct,

its sound, nothing far from dull,

and the salt is nothing but epidermic layer on m...

Admit one, but not this one. 


No, you are still holding the ticket between your thumb and index finger, standing out of the theatre and staring, like the true moron you are. You know she's in there, you know she's waiting, but you can't bring your feet to move forward or even begin to attempt stretching out your ankle in the slightest bit. Sweat beads tickle your forehead and roll down your neck, while a strange combination of nervousness and giddiness (you think, but you c...

The faces Ceci makes when she's looking off into the distance kill me.

Ms. Erickson's red shoes, and how they are perfectly color coordinated with her outfit, kill me.

The way Claudia just has to have her coffee made at 100 degree temperature, no matter how enfuriating it is to me, kills me.

Handmade embroidery kills me.

Bounty napkins that are quilted and cats with fur between their toes kill me.

lots of t...

The refrain is the one that stays.
Constant and sure, static at best,
always to be found somewhere near;
There is beauty in the loyal.

Why couldn't you be a refrain?
The refrain is the one that stays.
Faster than flashing carnival
lights, a hurried humming bird's beat

No refrain, never a refrain-
you could never be a refrain;
the refrain is the one that stays.
You never stay, only like to leave

you were go...

Kvon used to swim daily

The cool water was his zen

But then sharks ate him

Skipping through flowers

He was pricked by a rose's thorn

Kvon then bled to death

The night sky above

Kvon slept as if he was dead

Consumed by wolves