Stream of Consciousness Archives

May 7th, 2019  Is true that we overcompensate for what we lack? It makes sense to be this way. I try to understand why but I can’t figure. I figured that I am everything I need but it doesn’t make sense to feel so uneven. A balance that I long for, in balance I lack….

Unearthly Being

I swear I saw angels looking back at me from the other side of the street I swear I saw angels when I looked up or when I looked down and saw for the first time love, and care in the eyes of people like me I swear I saw angels looking back at me….

Thoughts in the Wood-Works

in life in love. unresolved then solved. iridescent sovereignty. recollection of memories in songs traced with red paint wrapped around a vinyl tinged with faint indents trailing around in a circle rims of gray. sunny spots on your body trips that take place in your mind– a trip to barnes n’ noble a stop at…

Friends with Roller-Skates

The things I see on Thursday afternoons– Hues of pink and orange and a pretty girl basking in the sunlight. I listen to the water splash onto the horizon and send echoes that whisper into my ears. I smoke a green goblin and I catch a Scooby-snack in the back of my throat. Shit really…

I Can’t Walk In Heels

I used to think that life was so full of colors, bright oranges, sincere yellows and pink. I used to think that going from living at home to living with someone you barely know wasn’t so bad. I dreaded the times when my mom would bust open the door and force me to tell her…

The History of You

Think about who you are. Think about where you come from, and then think about me. I cannot fully understand my culture. I cannot go back to my homeland. I cannot speak my own language. I cannot understand yours. I cannot be who I am without knowing where I am from or understanding my roots….

Black

Skin blacker than a chalkboard. Written in my skin bares chains, Ringing out marks from sins of others. As my skin turns to night, I recite my prayers before going out. I cling to hope as I walk my normal pace. Skin blacker than night, Changing with the seasons, Highlighting my red undertones, Enhancing my…

Petals and the Color Pink

I feel like I’m blossoming in June. The sun is shining down on me, All my petals Are pink. I feel like the prettiest and most beautiful flower in the entire world. My strong roots, My potent pollen, My vibrant color; I’m feeling again. Open to all the beauty, All the realness of Love. Open…