It’s Poetry Tuesday (one day late due to a scheduling error)! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Home There is only one word that can…
Tag: life struggles
I Don’t Even Know
I do not even know to whom I should address this letter, but here it is: Fix the fucking MTA before NYC takes to the streets and does something you will sorely regret. We are sick of 45 minute commutes taking 2 hours. We are sick of every single option to get home being “delayed…
Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Trigger warning AGAIN: discussion of suicide Guardian If I close my eyes this will all go…
Hey Anxiety
Hey Anxiety, Go fuck yourself. I am on vacation and you’re not going to fuck this one up. With Conviction, An Anxiety-Riddled Person
Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Family They’re the ones you look to when you’re lost, The ones who’ll hold you close…
To Those Who Won the Genetic Lottery
To Those Who Won the Genetic Lottery: Not all of us can tan. WE JUST CAN’T. Please stop trying to explain to me the best way to get a tan, what methods of sunscreen application alternated with what-the-fuck-ever, and how long on each side for optimal crispiness without burn. I, and my fellow living ghosts,…
Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Trigger warning for teenage glorifying of suicide. If you are feeling suicidal please go here Flying…
Dear Upstairs Neighbor
Dear Upstairs Neighbor, I never thought I would live below someone who put an Above Average video to shame. The people before you would stomp on the floor in time to me pounding chicken breasts flat for recipes. So when they left, I was actually kind of happy. Then you moved in and every fucking…
Love and Doubt
Love and doubt. I listened to a podcast one day about doubt and religion. The guest and host spoke about how questioning and doubt used to be an important part of religion. Now days, questioning and doubt signal immediate loss of faith and is squashed unrelentingly. Braced over my lover, staring into his green eyes as…
Resting Inside Myself
What Would I Be if I Actually Rested in Me? I would be less anxious. I would breathe easier. My chest would be open as if my ribs had unhooked to free my lungs to accept as much of the world into them as they wanted. I would have less random aches and pains flaring…
Baby Michelle was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Depression (Unfinished) Someone save me from this hell Bring light to me in this dark cell…
Little Gentian 