Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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Journal Entry: Little Leo Lion Girl
My growth as a writer matters to me, yet I still feel inferior when someone asks what books I’ve written immediately assuming that I couldn’t be online or a poet or that there’s many different writers that go within and outside the boundaries of formats. I’ve tinkered with a few, but I think I used…
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New Old Favorite Person
I wish we couldBe free, once more. Out riding late A night full of drink and smokeTunes out of another dimension. We could relate it all. It’s been years now and I Look back fondly Like a rear-view mirror Into my past. I used to hold it like weight Now it feels more like Blessed…
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6am
This lovely genuine Shadow of doubt I could sit here All day longIn the darkness of Early morn, Mourning what has Come to pass. My life has changed now.
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Eldest Asian Daughter
The scent of thisVodka lemonade With a special ingredient Enters my system and I am no longer humanBut a void-less tipsy drunkThat moved on from Ancestral alcoholic nature To smoke-ingested stoner leftist. I may have let a lot downBut I never forget about Family.
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Wondering
I don’t thinkIt has to be Wholesome All the time. Acts of service,A little jest, and Many beautiful Moments later… This could beSomething.