20s or 60s. for sure.

Tags: writer's block

so while i've been gone, i've

- become agnostic
- had my first kiss and an intense second base
- srsly fckd up my life when it came to sex stuff
- had three boyfriends then became single
- gotten so much better at writing, then totally failed as the months passed
- begun to write stories again
- had guys follow me around and for once in my life i hate it
- had guys stick their hands down my skirt and in my panties and for once in my life i hate it
- become the nastiest btch on the planet and damn proud of it


and last but not least?


i became addicted to the internet again.

Tags: confessions, lyssah, passy
Current Location: home. it's a snow day
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: don't stop believin'

dirty

 

you put the work back in

clockwork, gears turning behind

your eyes, your arms,

your hands. we can make 
new clocks if we want.

depends on whether or not you brought

your supplies.

the tiara scene

 

alexandra wears crowns and headbands everyday

to cover the bald patches on her head, where she pulls

golden strands out of silver skin. she sets the stage

in her living room, pulling the curtains off their rods

and hanging them off the back of the couch, dressing up

in her pink dress, and with a deafening crack,

her mother’s heart breaks when she says the words

mommy i can be a princess too.

let me level with you

 

you wear brown leather with fringes

in all my dreams, complete with moccasins with beads,

headbands like a hippie. your face is clear,

still,

serious like when you stare out towards the sun.

keep staring. I hope you go blind.

...odes to the men (pl) who govern(ed) my life

 

Tags: type: poetry, user: thepassinator

...odes to the men (pl) who govern(ed) my life.

Tags: type: poetry, user: thepassinator

so, there's this situation i'm in.

it's difficult.

i'm documenting that for posterity. 

i just looked at this community called "beauty and bitch".

all i have to say?

WELL HELLO THERE, MY YOUNG PARSONS. I AM ALSO HIP AND ON THE GO THAT I TOO, DRINK MY YOGURT FROM A TUBE.

Current Music: Imogen Heap

we weren’t “mentally challenged”, we just weren’t smart. we didn’t get it

when the teacher would show us how to divide or where to place our commas.

we didn’t make up for it in any other aspect either, except for the fact

that we were nice,

we were funny,

and the only thing we did know how to divide were the candies our mothers would give us

each day with the turkey sandwiches for lunch

amongst the kids in our class

and that made them happy.

Tags: poetry
Current Location: New York
Current Music: Ookina Ai De Motenashite

we lived underneath the toadstools by the fence that surrounded the nearby public school,

and we would watch the big kids play at recess.

they didn’t have wings and we thought it was odd. your hair was made of cobwebs

and we spun houses out of it between the mushrooms.

i’d fly up to the top of the big oak try and pick at the berries.

two or three of us would carry one of them down at a time while you kept the raccoons

and squirrels at bay.

we lived inside the hallucinations of young girls

who wished so dearly for us to be real, but in the end,

we were as real as the barbies they played with.

Tags: poetry
Current Location: New York
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Ookina Ai De Motenashite