this existence hurts my skin…

Posted on May 10, 2021May 10, 2021 Posted in AuthorshipTagged blogging, Diary, English, here i love, Life, Life Writing, Love, pain, personal, personal blogging, poem, Prose, Relationships, tiny narratives, women's narratives, Writing LifeLeave a comment

they say tomorrow might be the waves i cannot see
the sheer anticipation of what might have been
we’ve grown so old from heartbreaks so young a dream
we’re so vast a universe but no words to swarm in
this existence hurts my skin it hurts more everytime it doesn’t bleed
here in this dark place everything is shameful and unforgiven but
there’s a rabbit hole down here and there’s you and i and the world disappears we need to be somewhere else
but here we are, bloated up
and shrunk down into an instagram post

I Don’t Know, Kid

Posted on August 9, 2020August 9, 2020 Posted in Authorship, Diary, ProseTagged blogging, Diary, Life, Love, personal, personal bloggingLeave a comment

thinking of how you light up the dead parts of me

i seem to know how to pick them

out of a bunch I picked the darkest one

who’d call up cancelling whatever whenever

just to watch me dance all night

my then insecure boyfriend asked what’s going on

i don’t know, kid

i didn’t. but i knew i was

in for trouble

you stared and stared and oh that gaze, i wanted

those eyes staring at me for the rest of my days…

daisy jones

And Then I Felt Sad…

Posted on June 8, 2020June 25, 2020 Posted in AuthorshipTagged Authenticity, Author, blogging, Books, Contemporary, Diary, English, here i love you, hollywood, Life, Life Writing, lifewriting, literature, Love, narratives, personal, personal blogging, Prose, Relationship, stardom, tiny narratives, words, writers, Writing Life, writinglifeLeave a comment

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.

Life After God, Douglas Coupland

It Doesn’t Conquer All…

Posted on March 18, 2020March 18, 2020 Posted in Authorship, poemTagged art, blogging, English, Indie Author, Life, Life Writing, literature, Love, personal, personal blogging, poem, poems, poetry, Relationship, wording, wordpress, words, Writer, Writing, Writing LifeLeave a comment

a ring on your plate when i cooked you

eggs, our years apart summarised into one morning

of jars and jars, bottled up feelings

of you looking into me, looking into something

of me saying things without a sound

our lives in suspended compartments

bubbles of cliches against time voices people

it is kind, it is patient and it is all you need but

it doesn’t conquer all, it’s never the answer

my love for you, insincere and vague.

maia diaries

Tag: personal blogging

this existence hurts my skin…

I Don’t Know, Kid

And Then I Felt Sad…

It Doesn’t Conquer All…