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AGE:
29
LOC: Long Island City, NY
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: December 16
LOC: Long Island City, NY
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: December 16
I’m a writer, actress, and cabaret performer living with my husband and fat orange cat in Queens, NY…oh yes, and I have a dayjob as an assistant in Manhattan.
I tend to forget to mention that last part. Funny how that happens.
I’m not a very domestic person, I’m not very angsty, I’m probably a dork, I dream in color, I’ve considered therapy, I love moose tracks ice cream, I’d rather clean up cat vomit then do dishes, when I was little I thought I could heal things, sometimes I think i’m still trying to, I often let karma handle it.
I have little patience for music snobs, racism, or people who push religion. To each his own. If you have nothing nice to say, well I suppose you should say it anyway.
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I’m not answering those questions In case you’re still asking With your lips poking outward As if some snow is falling and you are trying to catch suicidal snowflakes on your cheap cherry flavored lip balm. No one looks cute when they are pouting. It’s icy, your voice, and the road we just skated over In a car that shouldn’t have stopped at the light, but somehow did, so we are still alive now to cry about it openly and in public like 4 year olds tripping over untied shoes. You want to know ...
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Wake me. Like a weak martini on July 5th- first thing in the morning. You: bold, young, empty, fierce - curing hangovers by extending the poison. Swooping rubbed-dry eyes blinking red-lined with guilt. "Celebrate independence!" we said, Celebrate indeed, instead- You're off on stage somewhere. Dripping fancies and glitter into the smog. Quiet and screaming, earning regret like a paycheck or a pink slip- both of them feeling utterly the same. "We've got places to see, to fly to!" we said "Spar...
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We wonder whether the weather becomes us. Coated in a misty shroud, hues of steel and stone. Shuffling fast along concrete, heading towards train. Subtle stares, winding past windows. Our reflections painting pictures of curled lips, turned down like bed sheets, just after an evening of waiting for rain. Muddled heartbeats whispers of wantings... Pashmina and knee-high boots to keep from goose bumps. Wishing for arms wrapped around sweater and stomach, offsetting pain. Chosen chills creeping ...
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Constant dust decorates tile between the cracks on the old kitchen floor that is new to me. I sweep up everything. Silent screams and kitty litter, Rice from bengali masterpieces, and the laughter of children long gone. I put the kettle on. Reach up to pull blinds offering cluttered streets that see through me, barefoot in tattered terry robe. I wait at the wooden table- eyeing the steam, chilled at the toes, wanting for warmth. Morning peaks at the sound. I pour boiling life over frightened ...
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I’m not rich and empty, or poor and full. I’m vastly and mostly tired of everything. The "what to wear," and "who to bring.” They’re never gonna love all of me, Just what they take, and that they can keep. I’m running out of running shoes. You say I’m growing apart from you- Because I’m no longer supporting What you have “to prove.” Your daily goose shots and wine after the clock strikes 5- I’d rather write these words To quote: “feel alive.” Your restrictions on art are making you blind. Suc...
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ooh! very nice. I sadly read it twice for comprehension because i'm just exhausted today, but when it sunk it i smiled and my heart lept a little. so true, nicely done.
This is very cute...and true. It's sort of sad how this website can provide some sort of false validation as an author. I'm not sure what makes a person a good writer, but certainly, honesty and a sense of humor in writing are among my top 5 requirements. Nice work!
Ok, I have to start off by mentioning my favorite line of this entire piece: "But however you put it, our molecules were only acquaintances," creatively put. I can't pinpoint major issues in this, just words that I think are not serving a purpose and therefore could be removed for the sake of precision...like the "the" between "over" and "results" and the word "though" before "bonded by blood." All in all, nice writing.
I like to start with my favorite lines: "Backbone on backorder Available with a limited Time Integrity" This is both clever, witty, and direct although i'd remove the "a" as it's unnecessary. The ending was the problem for me. You are genuinly creative throughout the poem, you make and use clever choices in vocabulary, and then at the end you simply make a general statement and/or threat. Anger is unappealing to any reader, because it is a simple and easy emotion. Highly relatable, yet not ex...
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