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February 14, 2016
#Poesia – SERENDIPITY
SERENDIPITY
Shall we leave this to chance
hope that somehow
in this city of speed and power
fast and faster
have and have-more
we cross paths
smile
and say hi
Because the fact remains
some boy I don’t know
getting in my space
vying for my attention
is more likely to get an eye roll
than a hello
And the fact remains
we hardly lead
the sort of lives that would ever cross
So fuck serendipity
it’s some bullshit
made for romcoms
and girls with hearts and stars in their eyes
My heart is black
and my eyes hardly twinkle
I couldn’t tell you the last worthwhile romcom
and serendipity
is little more than a pretty word
that rolls off the tongue all sexy and shit
Find me online
Message me
Text me
It’s hardly alluring
but it’s convenient
and come on
be real
in this city of so many
too many
not enough
Serendipity is always getting the last laugh
Let’s tell her to fuck off
and make US happen
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This one finds its inspiration from that one word: serendipity, and just kind of flowed. These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 13, 2016
Random Thoughts
The word “serendipity” got stuck in my brain today and I wound up writing a poem using it as a prompt and holy shit, it’s kind of good. Like I kind of love it.
Lisa Bonet + Zoe Kravitz = girl crush perfection
A friend sent an email last week, letting a group of us know she’s checking out for a bit, taking some much-needed time for herself and her health. I applaud the courage it took to make that statement to all of us and think of her often. I hope she’s all right and feeling a little better every day. I also hope she knows I love her. Madly.
Did you catch this week’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy? Holy shit. Shonda can still bring it when she decides to really wreck you and she sure as hell decided to do so last night. Also, I don’t care what you say – I love Meredith. LOVE her.
I did something for myself this week, something I’ve known I needed to do for a while, but wasn’t ready. And I’m still not sure I’m ready, but I did it anyway – severed ties with someone – and it fucking kills. But also, it doesn’t. I’m still here and still breathing and still laughing. And I don’t know where they are or what they’re doing or whether they even care about my absence – something tells me they don’t and will replace me easily – and that’s okay. It’s life. One day I’ll put it all down on paper, writing a dark and twisted maybe-love story, but today I just want to pretend they never existed.
Jake and Scandal. GAH. I’m sorry, but I’m going to say it: I only watch that show for Jake. Seven words I never expected to type: Scott Foley is all kinds of sexy.
If you want to purchase an Njoy Pure Wand on Amazon, you need to search in Health & Personal Care, Wellness & Relaxation. I would have never guessed as much. Also, two things: 1) I love that you can buy a vibrator using your Prime account and 2) I love that vibrators fall under Wellness & Relaxation because duh, where else would they?
Am going to brave the polar vortex today and get some new ink at Rising Dragon. My guy is Jason Barletta, he’s amazing – follow him on Instagram at JasonBarletta. And if you’re looking to get pierced, head over to Adrian Castillo at Adorned NYC. He’s the shit – follow him on Instagram at adriancastillo.
Cheers.
February 12, 2016
#Poesia – THE SMALL HOURS
THE SMALL HOURS
During the blackest of night
the quietest of early morn
the words arrive fast furious demanding
They scramble over each other
like small children
with arms and legs akimbo
fighting for attention
needing to be seen heard revered
I ponder them as they spill forth
my page covered in magic
and I smile
as I think of you
and the night we lay next to each other
you deep in my words
me lost in my head
I turned your way
to catch your smile
full of quiet wonder and mirth
What? I whispered
you kissed me and smirked
The small hours suit you
your mysterious reply
and now as I write
in the dark solitude
of my haven
I hear your voice again
and cannot help but smile
indeed
the small hours suit me
as do you
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This one finds its inspiration from a quick note dropped my way by a close friend who sometimes knows me better than I know myself. These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 11, 2016
#Poesia – FOREVER
FOREVER
I’m going to work
on escaping you
and your magic
and when I do
you’re going to miss me
You’ll tell yourself
you don’t care
because you’re an asshole
like that
but somewhere in your soul
there’s going to be
a blank space
a missing piece
for the rest of your days
and it’s where I’m going to sit
forever
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This one came to me in the form of a longer letter, but breaks apart into poignant, cutting sections, perfect to publish here. These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
*art work by Chris Cook
February 10, 2016
#Poesia – THE SEARCH
THE SEARCH
“How did you find me”
in this mad world
of dark hearts
and cold laughter
Where two negatives
make a positive
and opposites attract
yet we’re quite similar
in our love of the absurd
and our need for one another
And if our paths
should diverge
how can I be certain
you will find me again
My smile could crack
my skin could crumble
until all that’s left of me
is a dusty puddle
of memories and whimsy
“I could find you anywhere”
he kissed into my skin
seared into my soul
laughed into our here and now
I could recognize
those big teeth anywhere
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This one came to me at 2:48 in the morning, demanding to be put down somewhere, acknowledged, making me laugh, my sleep be damned! These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 8, 2016
#Poesia – LET’S GO GET LOST
LET’S GO GET LOST
He smirked
and his eyes danced
so amused and satisfied
with himself
and us
I paused
aware of him
and the wheels spinning
constantly awhir
What? I asked
a slow grin
working its way
across my lips
He kissed me
and laughed low
our fingers entwined
as he pulled me along
Just follow
he insisted
gently
full of quiet certainty
and I couldn’t help
but abide
These moments
undid me
bound us together
These moments
promised us
everything and more
Let’s go get lost
I whispered
my voice
full of mischief
and desire
And we did
just that
Forever
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This one is inspired by a line from the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Road Trippin’, one of my many favorites of theirs. These pieces are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
February 7, 2016
One Word Only
A friend posted this last week and said it’s much harder than it seems – answer each question with ONE WORD ONLY. I’m thinking that’s going to be especially true for the writerly types out there, who enjoy putting words together to see how they wrap around each other to make these wondrous phrases and sentences and paragraphs and there I go…
Anyway, let’s give this a shot – here are my ONE WORD ONLYs:
1. Where is your cell phone? TABLE
2. Your significant other? GONE
3. Your hair? SHORT
4. Your mother? INDIA
5. Your father? RETIRED
6. Your favorite? DASH
7. Your dream last night? NOTHING
8. Your favorite drink? BOURBON
9. Your dream/goal? BESTSELLER
10. What room you are in? KITCHEN
11. Your hobby? WRITING
12. Your fear? FAILURE
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? BESTSELLING
14. Where were you last night? MOVIES
15. Something that you are not? WEAK
16. Muffins? NOPE
17. Wish list item? SKYDIVE
18. Where you grew up? SNELLVILLE
19. Last thing you did? DANCE
20. What are you wearing? GLASSES
21. Your TV? OFF
22. Your pets? DJANGO
23. Friends? BADASSES
24. Your life? FUCKERY
25. Your mood? FUCKERY
26. Missing some one? YES
27. Car? YUCK
28. Something you’re not wearing? BRA
29. Your favorite store? BODEN
30. Your favorite color? BLACK
33. When is the last time you laughed? TODAY
34. Last time you cried? TODAY
35. Who will resend this? SHRUG
36. One place that I go to over and over? VINEYARD
37. One person who texts me regularly? BROTHER
38. My favorite place to eat? NYC
39. My favorite food? INDIAN
40. Thinks this is silly? KINDA
What are your ONE WORD ONLYs?
February 6, 2016
#Poesia – FIRE
FIRE
Dear Soul
I met a man
with a growl of a voice
and hands like magic
the sexiest of intellects
and sharpest of wits
His smirk
is a charm
His laugh
sparks butterflies
He touched me
and I ignited
He kissed me
and I fell
It’s over
I’m undone
He will surely
be the death of me
And I welcome
the dark
for it means
I have walked
through his fire
The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
