Project Boyfriend


  In this city of constant renewal, i’m looking for steadiness I might have more luck looking for gold in a gravel pit Fuck I’ve dated Around and around We go Circling the streets of love, stumbling instead in strangers shadows I’ve tried, to not get attached to you Reminiscing on your last kiss Blissfully…

Glitters


Sparkling in the dark corners Where reality and stardom collide You are sitting, in the back alley With your buttoned up shirt Sleek hair holding on I let go Of all my clothes Slowly Dancing every notes While you are gazing The lights shining All of me Mercy Your mouth drops My skirt too Your…

The death of the butterflies


I came back from Downtown and Forever…alone in a cab. I had such high hopes for this, the exhiliration was palpable. What happened?  The butterflies flew away the minute I saw him. He was wonderful, very attractive physically and mentally but my body’s chemistry, for some reason, was not responding to him…whatsoever…dead….finish….capoute! We had a…

Downtown and Forever


I have agreed to the most interesting, weirdest, intriguing proposal of a relationship I’ve ever had so far in my life. I’m writing to you this morning with butterflies in my stomach. Not sure if they are scared or excited but they are very much alive. And let me tell you ladies (and gentleman) he…

Riding the Driver


As I was lingering on my cloudy patio this morning, draped in a white wool long sweater, enjoying this time off by myself and reading some well nourishing french litterature, I saw her coming out of the building. Front door open for a while, a city bus service waiting patiently, driver out to greet her…

Strong and Drippy


I should be studying this morning, but my head is full of words, bouncing away, ready to be inked down. The minute I listen to music, my mind starts flowing higher and pictures starts forming words.  I’ve discovered I can’t study with music, well I can but it will most certainly end up being more…

Lucky number 7


I’m coming to you liiiiiive, from my own kitchen on this Sunday night. It’s been seven whole days of no drinks and somewhat healthier living. For the first day today, I feel better, physically and emotionally, it gives me hope. But fuck I’m bored!  I’ve never been so much between these walls since I’ve moved…

Trophy Endeavor


I should win an oscar For my loving performances All those times I’ve bent over Or looked you in the eyes While sucking your soul Both lips locked Playing you like a cheap guitar In the back corner of my closet Moving my hips to your latest love song I hope you know I am…

Greener days


Sooooooo, I woke up this morning with the stomach flu! Are you fucking kidding me!!!! Day 2 of not drinking/partying/naked nights and I wake up feeling way worse than when I have a hangover on my hands. I had a wonderful five stars breakfast of dry premium plus crackers…nothing but the best for this very…

Drinking and Dating


Saying the right word, at the right moment, with the right intonation and the right emotion can take your life to places that never left     N. I don’t love you anymore.  The woman you have become makes me sick to my stomach.  I’ve been toying with the idea of doing radical changes to my…

Dirty Dancer


I always dance alone, in the morning light Singing away my unnecessary fears To my absent crowd I always walk along, in this colorful life Yelling away at the bravest that dare to follow In my unmarked footsteps I always write alone, in the imaginary world Inking away the silent words of my heart That…

Daily Grinding


Reminiscing about short term memories Of getting my daily fix Of you, On you, Under you Both of you It’s funny how his voice Resonating in my ear Last midnight Reminded me of him Same words Intonations Different human reception Mix & matching Those nightime outfits That both fits like a glove Grinding away One…

An afternoon at the lake


Ducks are gliding In the middle of their heart Shaped pond Feather-plucking And chasing each other It makes me wonder About the small pleasures Like the mindblowing taste of a soggy piece of bread Or letting your bare feet Dance in water The decadence of floating through life Next to a wet partner Knowing that…

Sunny Days


The birds came out this morning Chanting with such a tiny voice While flapping their lazy wings I’m happily watching them Through this warm coffee shop window And I’m starting to feel sexy Sunlight in my heart I’m about to open my own wings again I feel the trepidation of hot summer days Smoothing what’s…

Benches


As I sit alone on this waterfront bench I see these ladies, walking briskly in the sunlight One holding a little one against her heart The other pushing it on four strolling wheels They are talking, walking, laughing, holding And I am wondering Writing what it must feel like To be able to hold on…

Grey memories


She was happy, once upon a time.  Now that’s the only thing she holds on to.  Those almost forgotten moments of happiness crashing in waves on her scratched up life board. You see, she seems to forget stuff.  Lots of stuff.  The not so particular kind.  Like the name of that man she never really…