QUARANTINE
PROJECTS
It's been an odd couple months... make that years. I started this pandemic with an attempt to take time rediscovering my creativity and getting in touch with the things that make me happy!
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This page has been dedicated to any and all projects that get my creative juices flowing! Whether it be writing, music, cooking, painting, dancing, drawing, designing, acting etc.
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2022 is a continuation of many things, completion of the half started, and beginning of so many projects that make my soul hopeful for the future. xx
Writings and Randoms
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THOUGHTS:
Sometimes it feels like nothing exists
All I experience isn’t really there
It’s all an illusion
I never existed at all
Shadows and light
Bouncing off moments of reality
Slipping through my fingers
It never existed
I never existed at all
We exist in relation to others
In the absence of others do we exist?
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SIRENS
My own personal siren
Seducing with her tongue
The melody of her words cling to the inside of my lungs
Embedded in my skull
After years of separation
I still hear her call
Parting lips in hesitation
Sing to me and make me fall
My name inside your mouth is all
I’ve ever really wanted so
I’ll die from the withdrawal
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Nights
Sinking into an echo chamber of my own thoughts
Repeating and beating into me the things I’m missing
Wanting
Needing
Seeking
Encompassed by all that matters to me
Physically
Emotionally
I need you
I need me
I need more
Crave more
In an echo chamber of my thoughts
I see who I can be
Feel who I should be
Am just out of touch
Of the thing I want to be
But I’m closer than I’ll ever be
Than outside
With perspective
With distance
With time
With the pulse and tremble
Of cleansing toxicity
This room evolves deeper
I become clearer
To the basic human nature
Of me
STOP:
At some point you stopped apologizing
There were no excuses
No promises to do better
Just the absence of when you used to care
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SINKING IN
The gravity escaped me
Of what I did
Of what I said
Of what you had me believe was my choosing
Disillusioned and numb to what should have, could have, been amazing moments
Sexual awakenings
Romantic connections
Attachments that built the raw version of me
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HERE SHE STANDS:
Here she stands
A girl with no hands
She touched the stars
And they turned to sand
Lightning struck
A the glass shards formed
She embraced them quickly
As her clothes were torn
She used the glass
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With no hands to fight back
Or protect her face
Here she stands
A girl with no hands
She touched the stars
And they turned to sand
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