underwater

Underwater, floating in cold.

Slow motion daze of light spinning backward and forward

Now down to the floor like a tidal wave.

You think you're at rock bottom,

But then up you rise.

There you see the sun.

The summer mist

The summer rain

The warmth

The sun.

The water rushes between my toes.

Sand glows like diamonds.

Freedom.

Heat.

Feet burning on sweating tar.

Sweating palms wipe against yellow dresses.

Sweat --  it drops to the ground.

Long hair in the cool room.

Air conditioning is blasting left and right.

Eyelashes wisp like summer curls.

Rays provide perms of frizz.

Strands of silk glisten down your back

Twinkle like gold dust under the blue sky.

Relax, take a hit.
Get high.

Two lids threaten to meet.

Stomachs grumble and dance under your skin.

Descriptive poems by me.

snail mail of the modern era

I received this email the other day. I liked it a lot.

Hi! 

My name is Caroline. I'm a fifteen year old girl living in Boston, MA interested in paiting, drawing, writing, singing, dancing, foreign languages, math, cities, clothes, feminism, food, and falling in love. Some of my favorite things are flowers, Frida Kahlo, pretty dresses, chocolate, long hair, and pretending to be a little girl. I found your Tumblr pages through Rookie, which I read obsessivley, and now follow your every post. I would love to be your slave. 

Sincerally,

Caroline

After reading it, I responded.

wow i'm actually in desperate need of a slave right now... thank you so much for reaching out to me about this. it kind of worries me that your desired profession is that of slavery, but i won't argue as i encourage and believe in slavery, especially when the slaves are my own.

i hope i can one day consume your soul and eat your brain, lavishing in the brain juice that drips down my chin.

since you seem so keen to become my slave, and i willingly accept, i am also curious if you'd care to become a contributor for my collective The Wandering, which is a collective for art and written related things by teens. if you want to join the team (of my slaves) and become a contributor too, respond to this email from your slave cage that i just dumped you in, with a yes full of ardor or a no full of sullen angst. of a response with angst of any kind as i really enjoy angst. 

all you would have to do is submit anything moderately creative (videos, poems, frozen vomit photography, etc) at least 3 times a month, but i always hope that my slaves will submit more than 3 times a month.

i also really like you and stuff because you are kind of really cool so would you also like to become a weekly diarist for Teenage Diary and submit a weekly diary on Monday, Tuesday, or Thursday about your life of slavery and angst and anything you care to type out and share with the world. i hope you say yes. you rock.

godspeed from a jew,

eva

floating entities. liberal water. purple sunlight. fiery daughter. no need to fight. no need to die. i see your soul resting within your eyes. it burns it blazes it has a crimson glow. the curtain folds to end the show. the black and white tile. the endless rooms. a dancing man predicts your doom. a giant towers into the sky. his vows boom down far and wide. the moon glows white the stars shine through i see the light i see life too. you die to live you live to die i love to live i hate to cry. the voices shout within my head. ideas spinning weaving led- to life to freedom to happy endings. to hope to tears to desolate spendings. to mistakes to worries to escape and breath. to life to teendom we have everything left. our soul is our blanket our harness our aid our spirit is floating dulling our blade. the sun is my savior the moon is my anchor my ship is afloat, sailing till day turns to night. flight.

by me.

oh poems. i love them.

soul train

Don't mind me I'm just busy livin' the life of someone on a soul train lookin' for home.

OMG that was so lyrical.

I got this hat at Goodwill! I felt like roarin' in honor of the tigers. That's cause I'm a fighter runnin' through the streets.

my friend and I went to a music festival and ate some sausages courtesy of her chef dad.

me and my chums on a hot summers day. I think frizzy hair is so pretty.

my friend is a photography prodigy.

Don't be sad, just kiss the air, kiss the sky, get high on life. 

Soak in nature and devour the trees. 

Let the breeze of life encompass you.

#immapoetandididn'tevenknowit

Maybe I'll use this incredible syntax to write a song that my future band can play! I'm the tambourine player. PUMPED.

Keynotes about my plans for this day and age (as in this month):
-buy a tambourine: paint it, add some ribbons, become a pro
-start a band
-dye part of my hair purple (as in the back-underside part)
-tie dye some high waisted shorts
-stay out all night soaking up the moonlight
-become a good skateboarder
-get more dresses and high waisted shorts

****OMG. And I'm going to join the Environmental Club at my school. I feel like embracing my inner nature gal. As well as becoming a vegetarian. SHIT. I was totally vegetarian today! This is a major accomplishment I feel proud!! I don't want to eat meat, because although I love it to death, I don't want to support an industry that raises animals for slaughter. Grass fed beef is obviously less cruel, but it's the same principal. If you do choose to eat meat, make sure you eat grass fed beef/poultry, as well as fish that hasn't been farmed! Animals are people too!