As the clear light brushed my cheek that morning,my overshadowing malconsciousnessfaded to crisp nothingness.Ineffable feels of lost-in-the-world,I who until then had never found the urge -Found it.A pen slid between my fingers and began to bleed the whole of me.

I hang up my ugly papier-mâché moonfor me to rest on. I sit, having parkedmy hand-sewn polyester patchwork blimp, deflating beneaththe rough stitches my unskilled fingers formed,by my clustered smattering of haphazardly painted stars. I have been travelling alonein my silent, incomplete galaxyfor quite some time nowand I am tired.But I am grateful to have this momentof rest from trying to ren...

I’m rich in mates& I’m rich in their good memoriesAnd they are rich in mine tooI’m rich in rich tea-biscuitsI’m rich in good brews& I’m rich in future viewsYetI’m poor in your presenceAnd I see my past Through your eyesLooking at meWhen I’m me now In the presentAnd now I feel so low Like I’m only getting byMay still be poorTo youSo I walk awayNow I feel so highAnd I feel so lovedAnd I l...

Say the words, say themDada, say IEyes afresh like he’d never expectmama came later, expected much laterTwo simple syllables, I saidTwo words in one, he heard.O baby, say them, can you say, “moi, moi, moi”I giggled abashedlySay these wordsDada, Mama, BabaDada! I saidEyes afresh likewise before What a peregrination! And then came Mama! O babe, say them, can you say, “moi, moi, moi” Mama was lear...

The first time I tried tospit the words out-like theblood dripping from my mouth-I couldn't. The saltstuck between teeth and gums as syllables bit into my mouthLike thorns. "Sweetheart,sweetie, I'm confused,"and I think I like your friendbut it's far too soon to introduceanother friend-grouprelationship when his EX is  r i g h t  t h e r e.And darling, it burns theback of my throat likea strang...

It is in your narcissistic natureTo tell me that you triedAnd that you were a great friendAnd that you are flawlessI used to swallow your poisoned liesYou made me believe that I needed youI dont.I stopped caring,I stopped loving,I stopped trusting,But only you.I know what is real.I know what a friend is.Someone who helps me growEncouragement and support Truth and trustYou gave me nothing but re...

A reading of 'paper and wood are the same' by Justin Tabbett, presented in a hybrid of animation and typography.

You are not me and you do not have power to make me believe you are. Because you are much more than that. And I am much more than you. When I say you, this time I don't mean a person. I mean the you that rains sadness down on those who do not deserve it. With evil intentions you altar lives. Lives that were loved and pure and lived. What makes you this way how do you do it. Because I don't unde...

we are the spirits of the things that cannot be tied downor put to rest.we are ready.ready for more.our minds seek a great wonder,an immense love.we are hard to keep.we are too loud, too passionate,and we are strange.watch carefully, for our day will come.a day for those with sparks behind their eyes,and hearts that thunder onwards.we will dry our eyes and we will blur the line between okay and...

 -Catalina Lilliana Paz M.