The-Asian-Invasion

A pair of warm cat slippers At the foot of my bed To protect me from the morning’s bitter cold A cool bottle of water Waiting by my alarm clock To refresh my parched morning’s tongue A clean, cozy outfit Laid out delicately on a floral print couch To brighten up my body with the morning’s sun A well-worn backpack Propped and zipped up, full of tomorrow’s problems To give me less to search for in the morning’s fog Because it’s hard to get out of bed lately. Because as disorganization piles up, so do my doubts. Because an unhappy body makes an unhappier mind. Because every little thing I do right is a tin

Good morning, world, Good morning, day Good morning, light That’s sure to stay. Good morning, flowers, Good morning, trees, Good morning to the Increasing unease Good morning, face, Good morning, teeth, Good morning to a Bountiful breakfast to eat. Good morning, sun, Good morning, sky. Good morning, thoughts that make me cry Good morning, water, Good morning, pills, Good morning to Those unmistakable chills Good morning, flesh, Good morning, skin. Don’t let the self-hating thoughts Sink in Good morning, eyes, Good morning, fears Please, oh, please Don’t start with the tears. Good morning, regrets, Good morning,

    My first love was a forest fire; a flame that never should have burned, something borne of a careless word spat upon the grass. It was the glowing embers of a cigarette butt that should have been extinguished where they stood, but instead, by either dumb luck or the weakness of the dried, tender brush around it, something else was sparked and spread like a disease.  Something that would burn for months, constantly hindered by even the gentlest of rains. Hail, rain, snow, and fresh, green, moistened trees were perpetual, harsh reminders of the fact that this was completely unnatural. The fire was not sustainable. The forest would run out o

I.intro I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been unable to face the things I’ve done wrong. I’m sorry that I’ve been too scared to face my insecurities. I’m sorry I’ve been selfish. I’m sorry I’ve been afraid to face up to and accept my failures as my own. I’m sorry I’ve stopped taking care of my body. I’m sorry I’ve neglected my living space. I’m sorry I’ve brought burdens to the people I love. I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. For the past month or so, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and reflecting on the bad things I’ve done. The sel

Growing up in a small town was seeing different shades of one color. Not identical, but, largely, at their core, all the same. There were exceptions few and far between. Bright, sparkling jewels of striking contrast That, too, were eventually washed out by the widespread, yet, drab colors of normalcy. Then I moved away from the small town. Moving to a place this big was like being dumped onto a page of running watercolors. Everyone so different, so unique, down to the way the light shines through their soul. It was a welcoming change. I felt like I was truly seeing for the first time. But then things got turbulent. Life shook the wet w