A Getaway to a Wordy Place

Life has officially started. All I can think about? Writing a book. *** Usually when the year comes to an end I'm filled with a sense of pointlessness and dread; what do I do with all my free time? What is there to accomplish without other people setting goals for me? But this time I…

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Exiting the Safe-House

If you look into my years-old folders of written junk, one of the most prominent questions, written in various dramatic ways, is when does life really start? It's unfortunate that I've been wondering this, when technically I already know the answer-- I mean, I am alive aren't I? But the question implied something different than…

Caught Between the Doors

On days like today, you're a car between the subway doors. Not a big car, of course. A little toy car, red and rusting, that a four year old dropped from his carriage in the middle of a tantrum. Right in between the subway doors; and now your stuck, being trampled and kicked around. The…

Coming Back to Reality

I've done a lot of posts about Escapril this past month, mostly because it's been the only piece of non-work-related writing I've been doing. I thought, to end it off, it would be cool to see how the month went and how I coped with having to write something different each day. So, at the…

The End to an Escape

peel off piece after pieceof thinly skinned lipsdried flakeson moist tonguethe only thing in your bellyis the finger nails you chewed last nightare you full of hatred yet?because this meal’s just begun does your mouth salivate the way mine does?when your nail catches an imperfection on the side of your facerip tear scratch rip tear…

Finger Bones Break

Because I was so busy this week (and completely lacked the urge to write, but don't tell anybody) I missed every single one of the escapril prompts. However, at the end of the week I mushed all the prompts together in an attempt to create a longer poem which incorporated everything. So here it is!…

Escaping into poetry… again

For those of you who don't know, Escapril is a trend created by Savannah Brown to encourage people to write poetry. Each day there's a new prompt to ensure you can come up with something eloquent and creative. Hopping onto the bandwagon, I decided I'd take part just to see where it took me. So…

Escaping into poetry…

This month on Instagram, there's been a trend created by Savannah Brown where people have been using prompts to create wonderful poetry every day. The event is called Escapril (escaping into poetry every day in April-- such a cute title!) and anyone can participate! So, for this week's post I decided to write out a…

J’y rêvais toujours…

Je rêve toujours de comment ce serait magnifique d'être reconnue pour mes mots. Pour être une artiste, qui peindra des scènes qui te rendraient dans l'image, tous avec mes mots. Je veux vous faire ressentir le vent frais qui courra juste au-dessus du but de votre nez et qui vous donnera la chaire de poule.…

And they break the ice…

You had beasts but so did I. Yours dwelled under the thin sheet of ice covering that solemn body, broken by the slightest of winds carrying the largest of waves. They lay so deep down; their scaly bellies flushed against the ocean floor so as to not be seen when the ice breaks. Because when…