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About | Vacancy in Mind
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Poetry and prose }. I write an inordinate amount of poetry and the occasional prose all of which range from straight-up confusion to unwarranted enlightenment. My speciality is exceedingly vague metaphors written in obscenely obscure language. Everything on this blog is mine. I exist purely as words on your computer screen (and I am more lost than you can imagine). Follow me on instagram. For business inquiries contact me at:. I designed the logo myself. 18 thoughts on “ About. July 18, 2015 at 1:18 AM.
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“Missing” | Vacancy in Mind
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Poetry and prose }. August 4, 2015. August 4, 2015. A picture of you was hanging outside. The wall of the convenience store. And I came everyday just to see your face,. The other photos came and went,. Yours was the only permanent feature there. To me, it was just confirmation of what I always knew:. That you were beautiful and lost. Your eyes had been washed away by rain. And ink was running down your face. Like the tears running down mine. And I held the photo of you in my hand,. As in I am missing you.
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jamie | Vacancy in Mind
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Poetry and prose }. February 29, 2016. February 29, 2016. He was the rain. And he fell for days. Until all my fears. And the morning after. We first made love,. The air in my room. The scent of rain,. He was ever there. The smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of dry weather. February 8, 2016. February 8, 2016. You’re in love with a monster with sad eyes,. Who’s seen too many knife fights. And heard too many goodbyes. The scars on his knuckles tell stories he never will,.
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Don’t Let Go | Vacancy in Mind
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Poetry and prose }. Don’t Let Go. August 13, 2015. August 14, 2015. I don’t want to see him. I make my resolve clear but you beg me, regardless. Just five minutes, you say, and I want to believe you. I want to believe that I can trust you. We’re already in the car anyway and you could’ve taken me there against my will, but you didn’t. Oh, you brought your friend. He says like I’m the dog shit he stepped in this morning. What did you want to say to me? You ask him, voice cool and spine straight. You’r...
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Comparative Interpretations of Ethnic and Folkloric Images in Monster High by Mattel and Kurhn Dolls | EffigiPie
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Doll Culture in America. What Is Effigi Pie? DOLLS…What Do They DO? Doll Users All Around Us. Portraits of Effigy Users. Coming Home to the Fugglers. Tracing the history of “Asian” Barbie. Comparative Interpretations of Ethnic and Folkloric Images in Monster High by Mattel and Kurhn Dolls. Heroic Ada Lum and Her Famous Dolls at Asia with Embroidered Eyes Blogspot. If you were a doll (manipulatable effigy) what would you be? On Comparative Interpretations of…. Welcome to Effigi Pie (8). What Is Effigi Pie?
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August | 2015 | Vacancy in Mind
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Poetry and prose }. August 25, 2015. For me, nights have always been the longest. I wandered along dark places where I didn’t look quite like myself. Wore someone else’s skin for the night and let sorrow seep into my blood when self-destruction got too far from self-love. Lately, the nights have started to feel longer and I find myself in fits of panic. The feeling of oblivion washes over me incessantly. Like tsunami waves, it folds my lungs accordion-flat and I drown. I watch as the pieces o...I realize...
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Book of Poetry? | Vacancy in Mind
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Saltwater | Vacancy in Mind
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Poetry and prose }. July 31, 2015. February 28, 2016. I it’s not supposed to rain in southern california especially not in middle of goddamn july but there’s thunder rolling outside my open window and ink running down the letter i wrote you. Ii your eyes are the color of the ocean at night and the moonlight dances in your eyes the same way. Iv when i put a conch-shell to my ear i heard your voice. but i couldn’t make out what you said. maybe it was a bad signal. 5 thoughts on “ Saltwater. Very beautiful ...
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Poetry and prose }. September 24, 2015. September 26, 2015. Last night, I spoke to God. Underneath a sky of broken glass scrapers. On the intersection of dreams and reality. He was bespoke in smoke and silver. Fresh-pressed suits with cufflinks of gold. Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, this was a man. Consumed by Greed and branded by Gluttony. He smiled, a twisted snarl and told me:. There isn’t a thing money can’t buy. Not even faith. He dropped his cigar at my feet and I watched as the. September 6, 2015.
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On the Existence of Ghosts | Vacancy in Mind
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Poetry and prose }. On the Existence of Ghosts. August 17, 2015. August 17, 2015. Ghosts are all around us:. The night my grandfather died. I was 3000 miles away,. But I felt his hand on my shoulder. When he told me goodbye in a dream. The voice of an extinguished ember,. Sings grief for the flame. Because its scent still lingers. Entire oceans drain away,. But there are still rivulets of sea foam and bones. The negative of where the shore used to be. There are only footprints now. We are all haunted:.
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