In Meaningful Ways

Hello! I find it fascinating to use the word "red" within other words (sometimes I obnoxiously put it into brackets, sometimes it isn't there at all). Coffee is my lifeline, reading is compulsive, and lisztomania is hardly an affliction.
This started out as a poetry blog. It still is mostly, but on occasion I'll post prose. Usually it's something snarky.
Snarky is good.

You can call me Jae. Stay awhile. We'll imbibe caffeine until the wee hours of the night and tell each other stories from another life.

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As we Conspired

allthathasledushere:

If there’s an infinite number of parallel universes,
as they say,
then surely there’s one in which I can carry a pitch,
you don’t feel the compulsive need to put tiny,
knotted braids into my already unmanageable hair,
and one where you and I are
the sisters we’ve always claimed to be.

As we Conspired

If there’s an infinite number of parallel universes,
as they say,
then surely there’s one in which I can carry a pitch,
you don’t feel the compulsive need to put tiny,
knotted braids into my already unmanageable hair,
and one where you and I are
the sisters we’ve always claimed to be.

Long Hai[red ] Mess

I run a comb through my hair.

Yank the angry teeth of a comb

through my knotted locks.

My hair is too curly (has a mind of its own)

and I too careless (leaving entanglements for a later date).

It reflects my approach to life:

That situation is too sticky,

     but I’ll be better prepared to deal with it

     some other time.

                              Just not now.

Mistakenly procrastinate,

then come to hate

the godawful snare

that was once my life hair.

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