hey guys….its beautiful outside. go touch grass..you may just find something on the ground….
Capturing Campus: Alternative Transportation
Alternative Transportation
As a child
colors dissolved
and speckles of magic
emerged
I waited for something
to take me away from here
But nothing did
so I held up a mirror
and imagined I’d fallen in
to a world opposite this one
grass grew from the sky
clouds like slippers
teary eyed turned upside
anger was to satisfy
a vendetta paid in full
My friend gifted me a book
empty pages and a burn building
in a chest beating
for a richer life
where pain isn’t pleasure
where people mean what they mean
where I’m far away
but home
yes, home
This is the last sheet I promise
Remember the fantasy iceland fashion concepts I posted?
Read more: This is the last sheet I promise
I drew Simon in his fantasy Iceland clothes, because the story does take him there in the future.
I made his embroidery into fishes, and I chopped off his hair. He’s still stylish with short hair, and I did debate on if I wanted him to always have short hair. It’s a different silhouette than his original look, but it still has the general color scheme, big earrings, and high neck. Hopefully, he still looks like Simon.
A Reason To Stay | Ringo from The Stars
So many reasons to leave, yet one reason is enough to stay.
aSoSS 48 | Impulse
…at the club, instead of being fifteen dollars for a drink it was twenty dollars, and of course Trisha had to have those!
Sky Harbor International Airport, 8:30AM, 1/6/2025
mark the spot where we buried you, kicking without force, screaming without sound. in my hands, in memoriam–you deserve that dignity, at least–slammed against the earth, stone imprinted against skin, the divot between neck and collarbone which i am intimately familiar with: a cave beneath a waterfall, a cloak of caramel to shield the sweetness. you are not dead to the world, least of all to me, with your stare piercing the back of my eyelids and your smile shining against the moon–
You could go in a vertical line, you could go in circles, my sister just picks a random spot and starts shoveling…
Union + S. University, 11:00AM, 2/20/2025
displacement is a natural order. in three generations there will be nothing left of the world we treasure: one to prime, one to paint, and one to sit and wonder where it all went wrong. nostalgia clings to the heart like cigarette smoke, heavy and unyielding. i will name my youngest after you and pray they carry your soul onward, an electrical current through the family tree. you are quivering from the tension. an impulse, or an impasse? look around, grab my hand, close the gap. look around, whisper a prayer, close your eyes.
Born curious, it’s gotten me into a lot of trouble…
Yeah, that’s what life is all about!
SPCA Thrift, 3:00PM. 3/4/2025
the water is up to my chest, shallow enough to hear my thoughts and deep enough to drown them. your crown is made of sand and the palace has long crumbled–you are on your toes, chin above the current, swept head over heels. the ocean flirts and then consumes, a vicious cycle of birth and rebirth. the blinking dot on the horizon was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a four-leaf clover with a missing petal. the lighthouse is nowhere to be seen.
Capturing Campus: The Right Way
The Right Way
I could tell myself
I’m right
but there is no way to know
how I was meant
to turn out
the beliefs
the hurt
a mind in mutiny
the inside suffering
indoctrination until opinions
become ghosts
untouched and unfelt
preaching reason and absurd escape
packing the mind until stuffed and bursting
with hard-to-hear thoughts
was I meant to be this way
or did circumstance
bend me
into a familiar shape
