Small Talk

(A spoken word poem.) Honestly, I can’t be fucked with the small talk, the bored talk, the same-questions-every-day talk, talk that’s just chatter, shit that doesn’t matter, the “how’s it going?” That makes me want to BOOM and splatter my brains against the nearest wall just to escape this mindless drawl. Do you really want…

Thoughts on Terror

Thought 1. I’m scared.   Thought 2. I don’t understand   Thought 3. I need to get out of here.   Thought 4. I just want those I know to know that if I’m going to die from a random stranger publicly slaying me for their unknown cause that I was probably in that public…

Thoughts from the Walk

Having you means not caring about what people think of me. Your thoughts are all that matter. (Revision: My thoughts are all that matter.) I am very good at solitude. Though I may feel lazy and restless or wish I was going somewhere in my life, I am good at being alone. I think. But the underlying…

Bits and pieces in old notebooks

Where curtains billow whitely against the ocean. … My growing collection of your jumpers signals our lives entwining together. … There is a limited number of voices in the world. Many people share a voice, whether they be sisters, brothers, or complete strangers. It is rare to hear a voice unique to its vessel. … Profound…