I wish I could write me the sizzle of jazz with the croon of the secrets of midnight and stir in the backbone a symphony set to a decade of all that I’ve tried to forget. ‘Cause there’… more →
Food from Thoughttheprestidigitator wrote 3 months ago: I wish I could write me the sizzle of jazz with the croon of the secrets of midnight and stir in the … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 3 months ago: Why is the world so full of people? They disgust me. I disgust myself. I ran arou … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 4 months ago: I want to smell like a campfire…and taste like one, too I want to crunchle the pestering old s … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 5 months ago: On Sundays my dreams deflate, a little, Like saccharine, precarious cream puffs Getting massacred by … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 5 months ago: I know a Mrs. Whose sight is so small Some days I’m not sure she has any at all. She only likes w … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 5 months ago: It seems like joy’s become a product, Post the posters with the edict: Once I’ve finishe … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 5 months ago: Mama hates her bones From her noses to her toes-es She hates all her bones-es I’ve always thou … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 6 months ago: sometimes Silly is soundest it’s the surest sand I’ve seen protecting me from mondays a … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 6 months ago: Poetry requires a dastardly imbalance this is why I cannot write I always end up in the middle I pus … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 6 months ago: Today the light seems slightly softer . . . … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 6 months ago: I’m no kind of poet - no special sort of soul. I’m just the sort of someone who’s … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 6 months ago: Please, World, forgive me for promises broken For quick steps in hallways For excuses I’ve spo … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 7 months ago: Trickle fickle fears Down my back Chilling courage that I lack Fighting back, I’m still a girl Wa … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 7 months ago: I write about what’s in my head when I’m in bed. I’m often surprised by what I fin … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 7 months ago: [raw, straight from the head to the hand. It rambles and I must go back to it, but it is Food from T … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 8 months ago: My father’s a Lion, all silver and grey, Part kitten, part dragon, and king of his day. The m … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 9 months ago: Pictures flash like lightning across my mind. Storms of life have blown me to so many places and bur … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 9 months ago: Oh, it is a sight to behold. To take a drive out of the city and just walk down a country road, list … more →
theprestidigitator wrote 10 months ago: My throat is scratchy and my head feels hot. Its 12:53 a.m. and I just got home and everyone is asle … more →