The Stranger from the Bar

via Daily Prompt: Lust

The Stranger from the Bar

About last night
Beckoned me over
Called my phone with your number
Didn’t forget to add a 😉
Even though you
Forgot that I
Gave you a
Hug

I
Joked that it would be the last

Kisses came close
Laughter came easily
My smile eased you

Never did you look away
Openly interested
Politely advancing
Quietly admiring

Remember my skin
Svelte shoulder
Tucked hair
Under your arm I went
Velvet dress

Why did this have to end, 2am
X’s turned into O’s
Young, free, and radiant
Zzz together we did

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Symbolic U & I

Soil

The plants we grew meant more
than our tuxedo cats

The plants we grew from water and soil
from seed to root to shoot

fed our love of capsaicin
minted our freshly squeezed mojitos

The life, the creation
the sun it needed
the care you gave it
made me
safe

That that gives
gave too much
then gave too little

That that lived
survived
then didn’t

That, that I knew
That, that I saw

A plant, it grew
A plant, our home
A plant, I thought I could trust was firm
To plant a lie, a plan was plant

to let it go
to wilt, to fault, to say good-bye
until it shrunk
beneath the ground
yes you can revive
but can you reach

Image result for soil plant

U.S. Road Trip: LA, CA > Washington D.C.

Journey
THE DEPARTURE 09.17.2013

The beautician tightly and skillfully moves a smooth, thin thread over my brow ridge giving form to a distinctive and charismatic shape. The act is distressing and admittedly self-inflicted. Basic upkeep is always eventually ignored, leaving my brows free to flourish copiously. As a result, I do this often but this time, the process is unusually excruciating. I am too restless, too eager, and too impatient. The journey is sitting there, hands on lap, legs feverishly tapping, waiting for the wheels to move in harmonious motion, for the blurred lines between plan and fruition, between dream and reality to come together in a tidal wave of design.

For 2Pac

 

Natural Love – For Orlando

Natural

In the Spirit of Alan Moore’s V

v-for-vendetta

Domestic disturbances disrupt the delicate development of a darling doll. Devotion doesn’t definitively declare delight despite deft determination. Denial, discrimination, dislike, and disregard destroy, discourage, and develop a disturbing distress and disquiet. Deemed a disappointment and disaster, deceiver’s deplorable, devious deliberation and development of dangerous destruction and damage deepen. Disbelief we declare, delay in destroying dehumanization and decoding depression. Denounce our demand for distinct definitions in daily doings. Defend diversity and dissimilarity, or draft and deliver a design – a dark debt, a duplicate devastation.

#stopthehate

Update 6.10.16

Well, I eagerly started my WordPress Blogging University “Finding Everyday Inspiration” at an inopportune time. It was the last week of my job prior to my position’s annual seasonal leave which meant tying up loose ends while incidentally discovering loose ends. My boyfriend and his business partner were also temporarily using our small K-town apartment as a halfway house to 200 science kits – and more – in between their office relocation.

Now I’m staring down an anthill of writing prompts. With that, I am experiencing hot flashes congruent to how I felt in the 12th grade, diagnosed then with Type 2 Senioritis, scrambling to fill a notebook full of assignments that was due months before. Guilty as charged. Arrest me for procrastination. Onward! On guard!

Other than that I’ve been chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ all cool, and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school; see: @jennydhuynh