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Broken hearts make for the best poetry. Well duh. My heart is most open when it is pulled Apart at the seams Perforated meanderings Heartbreak songs with double meanings I had not heard before Suddenly I'm smiling.. I'm no stranger to these fleeting in-betweens Romantic tangents Nomadic stagnancy Distractions only ever leave my eyes hungry Famished Put myself on pause til you vanish And I can find myself again Gain my footing once again Ready to take the next step In this self directed relationship Understanding of self, Healing of self Being myself, Being by myself. Finding peace in solitude and solace Feeling brave and brazen To stand up against my thoughtlessness In this conditioned routine Instead of reveling in the process Of thought And creative dreams

Boy enters life Boy enters heart Boy becomes world Boy leaves Boy becomes tree Seasonal; Woman is world Woman creates world in the form of child Woman creates world in the form of tribe Woman creates world in the form of self Awareness Overcomes weariness Presence Overcomes excuses ~~~

I wouldn't have a reason to creep If I thought the only bitch that you were fucking was me Moving on was easy for you apparently So many fish around us Boy, I'm not blind to the sea You say that you were loyal Find that hard to believe You left your love to recoil I kept my heart on my sleeve I'm not stupid Just in tune to it My petty ass Consumed by it Keep saying to "get over it" Been keeping him under me That's what happens when you treat my love cheap Now no one's ever copping my heart for the free Got an all access pass to explore my body Cause he's showing me the loving that you only ever told me Cause he know how to kiss it Yeah he hit it like he missed it I don't gotta be the Misses For him to treat me Goddess and Queen Everything in between Got me soaking up these sheets He's got me moaning Til morning He know how to take me down slowly Followed thru on all the promises you never showed me You acted like y...

The greatest revenge is blossoming when everyone tried everything in their power to bury you. 🌱

Booming burst-out Supernova Resounds Unhilted gut twist Knee slap Hands clap Eyes tear Fog Mist I tap myself dry with a handkerchief Ab splints From every punch line hit Boisterously Noisily We bark with laughter joyously No nostril is safe So beware the drink you taste It'll burn through every hole in your face If you cannot wait These comedic sets Have a way of giggling at regrets Colorfully they paint us With the very memories which stain us Tainted blues With yellows to make green Like the rolled up leaves We pass in between.. It's all in how we choose to think Cause you know it's easy to sulk on realities past Instead rest your head, and indulge in a belly laugh

You'll slip away slowly And fade like an old photograph You'll forget about my smile And I'll forget about your laugh All that will remain are fragments of our past In the glimpse of fleeting moments I always knew could never last

Depression has a way of absorbing me into clouds where I can pretend that someone sees something pretty in me... Obscure and ever changing, taking shapes to accommodate his cold fronts... Waiting for a jet engine to fall out my belly and crush him in his bedroom. Unexpectedly abrupt how the daydream interrupts. Depression has a way of occupying my mind in possibilities which distract me from this reality of the mundane. I am not a cloud. I am simply rain. 🌧️

I'm confused about where we left off Cause on one hand you don't want to feel obligation when we talk As if I've instated some invisible bars With my tongue and heart When I've only ever employed them To lay you a sturdy foundation To fill in the blanks of affection and reassurance Where you never felt recognition or acceptance I held space where there should have been a black hole Against my better judgement allowed myself to feel whole -Heartedly I gave you passage to the deepest parts of me Which had been long since cut off The other hand reveals that your love has never stopped That it hurts you to hear me speak to others when my words are soft You want to love me But not committedly Or at least not in a way which wields responsibility Though I've never held you to a single expectation Only ever required honesty and communication Still I stand here now the object of your accusations and projections Victim to your own fickle sensations and mi...

To each their own vice Turning my words to tourniquet I smack my arm twice I plug my power cord in Cause God knows I'm not living If it's not reflected in my content Content? (happy) Contempt.. (disregard of) CONTENT Is the new conscious I never wanted this I just wanted a voice So I traded my pen for Swipe And a talk-to-text that can never seem to get my words right I schedule my thoughts for at least three times a week To make sure they see my face and hear me speak Otherwise they'll probably forget about me by Friday My traffic counter says my highest views come by Thursday So I have to make sure to keep them thirsty for my words before the weekend ensues Because that's how this thing is meant to be used To format my life in away which appeals to you It's me, yes Filtered pleasantries, Somewhat, yes Regrettably, yes But mostly me Tailored in a way for you to digest With ease I'm an artist, I'm a mom, I like to help my city, ...

To be honest, I'm not worried about your attention.. As soon as I hit that mic I know you'll remember why you came in Soaking in the depths of my affections Through these incantations of love No, we don't Need to make it known How much we've grown into this intimacy These past couple months specifically... Because I know exactly who I want to come home with me You see, I don't need you to carve my name Into your two empty wrists Like property for you to proclaim I was hoping maybe We could just Coexist Resist the urge To feed into the Third World dimensions Of starvation For a nation satiated only By codependency The highest consumer market Is that of the heart And I never wanted our dynamic to fall apart To the sweet sound of Disney music And air conditioner jingles If that's the case I'd rather just stay single Allowing our thoughts to continue to intermingle In the freedom of our reflected star freckles Guiding us back to o...

Oh Snaps! We're back at it again!! 👌🏼🦂⚡ Prepare for yet another night of communal artistic synergy with your favorite Snappers! Only this time we are mixing it up for August's Belly Laugh theme with our Jokes & Jams event, Saturday inside Unit 246!! We'll be kicking off our features with an improv segment lead by our new friend and fellow Unit 246-er, Christina Gardner; followed by a musical ensemble by ever unique master of not giving a fuck, Paul Carlon; as well as a very special comedy set by Shawn Fitzsimmons! Last but certainly not least, we'll be polishing off the night with an Open Mic Bowl for you Snappers looking to wet your thirsty brains! So come down to Unit 246 on the 2nd floor of The Arts Factory at 7pm, and come hang with us! We are ready to have some knee-slapping good times to kick off this month of Belly Laughter 😆

I’m fucking tired. I’m so fucking exhausted. What if I packed my shit and bounced just like your mother fucking dad did? Like his dad did, like my dad and their dads did. And you know what’s sad is A man is... Just a product of his upbringing Lacking knowledge of what a man is And now I gotta raise you into a man but I’m ignorant to what a man is Because these boys didn’t want to man up and handle their fucking dad Bizz Helped create a life and now that life feels abandoned I can’t even go into the next room Because you’re afraid to be abandoned. And nobody can say I didn’t give your dad a million chances To be apart of your life regardless of the circumstances Regardless of who he’s romancin’ or his fucking finances I never asked him for a dollar,  he’s taking you for granted I would never fucking leave you My love for you is bigger than this planet. And I’m not just saying that out of hab...

Tea dipped ribbon Fraying at the tips How you soak up And drip The herbs intended for my lips Tea dipped ribbon You were meant to keep my page Now you've moistened me At the fingertips And left my pages stained Blank With the tea I drank Warmed up my body From where my stomach sank Heavy guts have warned me And my vocal chords are raw From incantations to loose-leaf Speak of the visions which we saw It was difficult to see at first Now I feel unhinged at the jaw Tea dipped ribbon How you flutter like my hair The wind may shake you dry But the memory will always be there Faded in the places Where we once were self aware Reflected darkness from the depths within your stare