a rainbow of black splotches
Hey.
I know you’re busy, but I got a few things to say.
I won’t take but a second, promise, just let me spill my heart to you for a moment. I have things I wanna say, to you specifically.
Continue reading “Time Is A Construct”
You are made of power and strength,
You shouldn’t let that stay inside of you.
A friend of mine came under fire online on multiple different occasions, and it affected the way she drew and viewed the world and I couldn’t get through to her no matter what I did. So I picked up a pen, and sketched in words, the only way I know how.
Before we begin I’d like to tell you all that I am transgender. I knew I was male ever since I was fifteen and I know that seems a little young, a little bit too soon to know for sure that this isn’t a phase but I could also say that about everyone in this room, so. You’re never too young to know what you prefer to be called.
Continue reading “Before We Begin”
So you breathe and you live and you eat and you sleep and you wake up and you live and you eat and you sleep but are you really, really alive?
Inspired by Iain S. Thomas, “I Wrote This For You”
You used to call Optimus Prime “Dangerous Prime”.
It was always so amusing to listen to you correct us every time we said Optimus Prime,
Until one day you realised that you were wrong,
And switched over faster than anyone else ever will.
To Mom, that is, your eldest aunt, she felt that it was proof that you were smart.
To me, it was proof that children have the world’s most open minds.
You were like- five years old.
Continue reading “Life Lessons From Your Brother”
You jaywalked into my life like it would make you something of the Bad Boy trope. I laughed at you when you said you loved me. I hugged you when you said you cared. While I waited for the light to turn green I asked you if you thought it was worth the danger, if it was worth risking your life, I remember the last thing you said to me.
“If it means meeting someone like you, if it means that you are now the one who’d remember me when you think of your past, if it means changing someone’s life, even just a little, then I think we were worth breaking one little rule.”
Something’s whispering a sad tune.
Something’s whistling in the air.
Something’s whispering a lonely song.
Something’s not right there.
Continue reading “Whisper Of A Song”
I’m at a coffeeshop.
There is a faint smell of burnt bread in the air, dissolving in the smell of coffee and conversation.
But I’m here and wearing his hoodie,
It still bore a faint scent of freshly laundered clothes,
But that too, will become another scent that mixes with the coffee, burnt bread, and conversation.
Continue reading “Dissolving Coffeeshop”
