The Inklings

This dynamic darkness is my own imagination

Why do you wait? You keep searching for him. Why, there's a good chance that the one you are looking for is you.

Believe it or not, Mother, I am not you. I was not born in 1975 I have no regrets I have not soured. Believe it or not, Mother, I don't want to be a doctor I want to write, write, sing leave me be. Believe it or not, Mother, I can laugh so bright so long love as fierce as strong be this bold this wrong as I wish. Love, Ri.

messy ponytail, light through the blinds frumpy work corduroy coffee rings and water seven page essay on psychology golden brain, golden pencil soft piano music, humming to Not a haiku. I just liked this moment in time. It captures my Mondays.

O bagel, my joy How sweet yet simple you are Save me from hunger The thing about writing haikus during lunch is that a lot of them will be about food.

Why can't it slow down? Every time I try to think The world interrupts I'm in a whirlwind right now.

Clear discs in my eyes      They give me sight and beauty But who is looking? This is just a weird little haiku I wrote about my contact lenses. You may notice that a lot of my poetry about feelings has to do with people looking at me and the amount of attention I get. Am I a conceited diva? Probably! But it's my blog so I am unapologetically self-centered here.

Chin up, my princess Your crown is falling too soon

children  are like memory foam except they keep the memories forever

I want to sit beneath the arch of an old mossy building see the brick the vines the paintings the lines how old these roots run though I am young see the smell in the air of wind-tussled hair feel the cobblestone rough beneath palms so tough

The best years of your life they say the years flash by full of romance excitement so why do I feel so sad

I wish, I think, I feel... n-no, wait Why would you think that?! How terrible How horrible Curl into yourself and disappear

Spirits bright hope alift will this be the day? ah no - sorry

there were few things she thought about more than the man in the gray flannel suit standing there in the rain beautiful and untouched on that ugly day in her black and white memory

Quick, duck your gaze Is he looking at me now? No, he's looking at her- Free yourself from that.