Beautifully Burdened
When you remove the restraints on your language, you'd be surprised what kind of revolutionary vocabulary can resurface.
Monday, June 4, 2018
Lonely Monologue
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Writing IRL
Something that is not clarified often enough is how to do something. They're like, "Do your taxes or else IRS will come for you," "Make these aggressive sales targets or you'll lose your job," "Get published or else we won't publish you," and I just wonder how? Some people will be human enough to show you the way and it'll be up to you to utilize that resource to achieve whatever goal but, with appalling frequency, we are expected to just do it. Then, if you get it wrong enough times, they persecute you despite context or circumstance because results (which pretty much always translates into money) matter more than people.
Now that we're good and lost in Aliyah's personal life and opinions, lets move on to my statement of action. Write! Write like it's the only genuine thing left in this world of trashy, fallacious, low quality, superficial, digressive mass media. These popular platforms, such as YouTube, are really important but I think that we mustn't let video, audio, or images overshadow classic text, but maybe that's an older way of thinking. Still, writers are important and needed everyday for these other platforms to exist, for much of anything to exist and I think that if we as writers can strive to recognize our own value and assert that to others then we would be valued more (and paid more!) by employers. Don't let yourself fall out of practice because you don't think it's a profitable use of time. It's more beneficial than a dollar could quantify.
Monday, November 27, 2017
Burgundy Black
And her retired mascara
Sharp reaper wings
Thick wet messes
Crumbling rib cage
Murderess cat eyes
Thickened stickiness
Crum bull ling cage
And her retired lashes
lowered
Friday, October 20, 2017
Zombie Poetry #1
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Cool Melancholy
Its midnight and I’m staring at overcast skies
Pointless to try and get some rest but I can’t close my own eyes
Those heavy clouds that block the moonlight, They cover my cries
Same way this world wants to rewrite my mind with whitewashed lies
To spiritually destroy me, reward me, and give me glory
For my passivity and docility or otherwise they’ll scold me
But servility, it really ain't that far from slavery
Yet this complacency, frees me from my sensibility
And the its idea that I'm controlled by my oppressing climate
That allows me to be a helpless recluse, depressing and quiet
A calm state of melancholy I call it,
Its something I hate to admit, that I fell in love with when first I saw it
The most sorrowful rains always beckoned my presence
Eversince the merciless sun shone on my first lamet
I knew contentment didn’t belong for too long, It's too easily spent
And that while my life was falling apart, the world moved on
So I eagerly sought out the pouring rain to play my heart’s somber songs