• mimosa eyes commented on the post, lunatic 2 years, 7 months ago

    singing to the moon
    standing in the sand and the water
    thinking if this were a sink-hole I’d be long gone
    but instead I’ll be a pipe dream
    for a blind elater
    they say the cycles make me a lunatic
    well I’ll stick to it
    I’ll bring you the moon
    to be, still

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, polo 4 years, 7 months ago

    I will wear the damn polo tee if I want to. The collar keeps my neck warm and I don’t like my hair or my friends tickling it. You call Marco, I won’t reply, don’t want to be found, don’t want to be played with. Because I know what it is to claw at your upper limits and fester in your lower ones. And now I know what it is to want enough for yourself.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, caramel 4 years, 8 months ago

    sickly sweet.

    like it could be draining out from a septic wound in your side
    when the next bed over is empty,
    everyone else has woken up to fill the day
    but your thoughts are still falling out from and through you
    soaking the pillows and staining your eyes the colour of a bruise

    sweet like words
    that never mean anything.

  • standing where I am standing,
    you were and are a mistake.
    you pulled me to you with your
    tears and your words tailored
    to my scars but when liquid
    freezes it makes you shiver,
    makes you bleed.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, sound 6 years, 6 months ago

    It’s always made sense to her that the loudness of a sound is referred to as its volume. She knows how sound can fill a room and fill a mind. A gunshot, a whisper, and a lullaby.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, choose 6 years, 6 months ago

    Choice is a luxury, and so, predictably, is a torment to those privileged enough to enjoy it.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, sweep 6 years, 6 months ago

    “Before you ask, I’m holding up just fine.”
    “You’ve been crying.”
    “I haven’t. Just dust. In my eyes.”
    “Know something about dust?”
    “What?”
    “You can’t quite sweep it up. There’ll always be some left, in the corners. If you want to be really thorough, it needs to be washed out. With water, perhaps.”
    “…Thanks.”
    “Always glad to share…[Read more]

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, size 6 years, 6 months ago

    “I’m fun-sized,” she enthused defensively, at a decibel so large in magnitude she more than made up for it.

    Still, her brother mused, she’d always be his little sister.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, speech 6 years, 6 months ago

    On lonely nights, she wondered idly: if I couldn’t speak and had to use sign language to communicate what I thought or felt — would you have looked at me, then?

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, end 6 years, 6 months ago

    It’s my ends; they need fixing
    Always splitting and
    dividing
    themselves—

    Of course I’ve been taking care
    of my hair, myself…

    yeah, I’ve missed you, too

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, cry 6 years, 6 months ago

    I’m a messy crier, on the rare occasions that I really get into it. My nose becomes blocked and my breath hitches in my throat till my stomach hurts and my lips feel tender. And all that places me far from TV’s dainty weepers, but I’d rather not cry alone. Because I too easily mistake that for being alone.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, master 6 years, 6 months ago

    They tell me at this juncture I am the master of my fate.

    I don’t want to be servant to it, either, but maybe just bringing it breakfast in bed every now and again would be okay.

  • Politicians always seem to be getting the blame for bad things happening; sometimes this is justified, and other times, not.

    I wonder if that makes me a politician with my mother.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, promise 6 years, 6 months ago

    The problem was never broken promises. It was his promises becoming alcohol-slurred threats.

    The problem was not quite her broken arm. It was more her shattered trust.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, must 6 years, 6 months ago

    Every time someone says the word, he thinks about people: how their priorities and agendas always surface in their lexicon.

    He has never been a ‘must’. Only a ‘should have’ (been there, when he was growing up), then a ‘would have’ (if time weren’t better spent working) and finally, not at all.

  • “And these library books over here are for your reference only. You won’t be allowed to borrow them.”

    She turns to the stranger beside her, a geeky-looking specimen of a student. “Although referencing is just another word for borrowing.” She whispers to avoid the librarian’s attention.

    He gives her a raised eyebrow, and without referring to…[Read more]

  • “You can find the word ‘expire’ in ‘experience’.”
    “…”
    “You even listening?”
    “So?”
    “Just wanted to say something deep. Ish.”
    “Missed it by that much, Derp. Ish.”

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, lord 6 years, 6 months ago

    He lorded over most people with his nose up in the air and his loftiness was far from endearing.

    He wished they understood the loneliness that comes from loftiness.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, placed 6 years, 6 months ago

    She placed a hand on his shoulder. “This is your home now,” his sister murmured, and he nodded, thinking of other places but longing for them no more.

  • mimosa eyes commented on the post, amount 6 years, 6 months ago

    “Hello, Life?”

    “Speaking.”

    “You gave me lemons again. I ordered peaches, for crying out loud.”

    “Perhaps. Surely you’ll find the amount delivered satisfactory, though.”

    “I’ll take quality over quantity any day!”

    “‘Any’ day. An expression you use loosely because your days amount to quite a number, no?”

    “…”

    “Incidentally,…[Read more]