~ november days ~

~ november days ~


took a trip to clear my mind
now i’m even more lost

lit up the skies with my dreams
and washed away the paper plane trails

give me a bone, give me a bone
hunger’s a bitch and she’s wailing tonight

took a pill to forget the past
now it’s clearer than before

brushed the dregs of regret from my hair
threw the brush into the bonfire last night

hand me a drink, hand me a drink
my throats parched and still trying to speak

downed a few to drown the cries
they’re even louder than before

crawled across your pictures the whole day
ate leftover low Mein and drank the Kool aid

dance with me, dance with me
my legs are aching and i’m tired of feeling bored






I stopped loving him today
His innocence which hurt me
His skewed glasses
And the smiles he flashed

Why today?
Why not yesterday?
Or three weeks ago when you were up at 4.30 AM
Drinking and smoking your life away?
And dancing your soul down?

But today is what matters
Because today you choose to finally let go
You can throw the glass against the wall
And watch the Fireball dripping down the cracks
You can fling away the pack of smokes
And burn the Marlboro Menthols you bought weeks ago
Down to a crisp

Because today marks your first day
Off the dating app you’ve been  addicted to
Off the seedy streets, the sketchy parties
Off the booze and the smokes
Off the faceless girls and guys

Today marks the day
Like X marks the spot
On your meandering map of a life

Today’s the day, I can feel it in my throbbing veins
Today’s the day I give it all up
I stopped loving him today



~ the nights ~

~ the nights ~

Recommended: read while listening


This world is ancient,
We’ve got no refuge
It’s  all in the pills and the smoking guns
The locks on doors
And churning smiles
The headache of my bedroom sheets
On my bathroom floor

This world is broken,
It’s got knots and twists
Septic fingers and bleeding feet
The carpet burns
And shaking heads
The headache of my bathroom rug
On my bedroom floor

This world is healing
We’re joining hands
We’re sewing drapes and grinding words
The nosebleed slows
And the grimaces stick
The headache of our exhausted world
In our bathroom bed.

Dark Blue

Dark Blue

I did type this up yesterday but things got hectic yesterday so I had to postpone this to today.

This was borne out of a sudden yearning for a beach day/pool day and an obsessive listening to “Blue” by Troye Sivan ft. Alex Hope.

Also the anime Free!

Which proved to be rather funny. More so than I expected.

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I’ve slipped. Inevitable of course but there it is. This post is a day late. Well.

This Tanka was inspired by “Holocene” by Bon Iver which is quite possibly one of the best songs I’ve ever heard. Ever. And its music video is just so…fitting.
I enclose the link below:
Holocene – Bon Iver

I wrote this in a hurry.
I wrote this in the dead of night.
I wrote this. Just because.

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Bottles Broken

Bottles Broken

Number 5. I’ve proven myself surprisingly committed to this. Which is good.

This was inspired by a song:

“All Time High” by The Sam Willows

And this one person this past year that showed me what it’s like to let go a little and jump in. A person I thought I’d never see in the light of day or meet or even like. But I did and it’s been good.
And because I met them, I’m a little different too.

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My monthly internet limit renewed just in time today for this post. I don’t enjoy staying up till the wee hours of pre-dawn to surf the net. It makes me look a zombie zombied out on crack.

But I’m happy with this one because I was able to get it done during the hours of daytime 🙂

Inspired by some mindless Instagram scrolling and this one song by MDWS called “Heartbreak”. Look it up. NOW.

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So in typical ‘me’ fashion, I didn’t post a Tanka for two days straight.
However, I did write several.
But something I realized is that a Tanka a day would pretty much spam up the feed both on WordPress and Facebook so I’ll write my Tanka but only post every three days.

How will you know that I write every day? You won’t.
You’ll just have to trust me 🙂

Also, I’ll occasionally post one on Instagram.

The following Tanka was inspired, believe it or not, by my cat. Whose disposition is an incredible, at time enviable immunity to everything that goes on around it. It walks and strolls along oblivious to what my grandmother throws at it for starters.

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I’m being incredibly hopeful here. I’ve started projects like this before. Really ambitious projects too but I think I might get away with this one. As in pull it off. I’ve been reading about poetry and forms of it and I’ve come across Tanka. A Japanese form of poetry much like a haiku. Comprised of 5 lines with the syllables in the lines following a 5-7-5-7-7 pattern.
So, long enough for some sort of depth but short enough that I can finish one a day.
That’ll be my ‘project’. A Tanka a day keeps the (insert whatever you feel like) away.
So without further ado, here’s my first one.

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