i met a housekeeper named Oka. and he was the coolest person i ever saw.

Ivy's eyes twinkle in the fluorescent lights, she flitters into sight from a land far away, and pretends to be one of us, just to light our day

something switched inside me, but I'm in control It was when anger stitched the stabs on my back And i was no longer smiling

How is it that I just now understand this trashy two-lined Ode I wrote five years ago?

I'm never gonna fit into the size you're selling Telling me that's what I want, The grind, the gym But your grind is not my grind to me, the bag is a high in itself, Not a means to an end

you did nothing wrong. did you hear what i just said? no. because i didn't say it, i wrote it. but did you read it? read it, read it.

My nightmares cascade in towers in apartments with broken elevators stairs and hotels of 70 stories in ships with broken lotto games

remember, someone who is frail can be better controlled. someone who is frail can be better controlled. someone who is frail can be better controlled, someone who is frail can be better controlled.

dear one, is it you speaking? what are you saying? can you tell me what you are saying? i really want to know. you are speaking to me, but your words are not yours, they are what you are. but you are not that, and you just went somewhere else, so what are you really saying? maybe, if you stop speaking, at the peak of the awkwardness when you really want to interrupt, but you hold on for dear life, and look into your why's from the whites of my eyes, maybe, just then, i might understand