I want REM dreams. I need goose comfort. I love love. I like burnt toast. I hate ignorance. I miss Spiral. I remember everything about her. I grew elfin ears. I can't change that. I have small breasts. I won't change that. I still use crayons. I will prevail. I believe in my pen. I fear failure. I desire a time-out. I wish in moonlight. I can heal. I always try. I haven't forgotten. I learn sideways. I sporadically peer through. I forget to sleep. I know I shouldn't. I file happiness. I cry for falling stars. I laugh as much as I can. I bury my fear. I avoid serial callers. I never wear time. I eat plums with peanut butter. I indulge in flames. I respect children. I hide in my shaydows. I live loudly. I hear the Moon. I touch lives. I see fairies. I lose pieces of myself. I dream backwards. I break glass prisons. I burn brightly. I understand rain. I scare the insecure. I read upside-down. I linger in libraries. I run amok. I follow echoes. I write ransom notes. I throw away doilies. I regret in slow motion. I wear pixie dust everyday. I smile all the time. I listen to statues. I knock on inspiration. I create entropy. I swirl through loopholes. I scold my heart. I tear up chain letters. I attract abundance. I bleed through my violin. I trust those that I fight with. I purr during catnaps. I conjure myself. I drink poetry. I sing badly. I dance proudly. I used to apologize. I taste duplicity on tongues. I caress old pages. I think monster trucks rock. I embrace my friends. I inspire pause. I admire Weeping Willows. I wrestle with release. I stand-alone. I chase bubbles. I stalk my innocence. I adore green apples. I breathe underwater. I feel him with me. I know who he is. I frame rejection letters. I make fairy bombs. I used to count my steps. I look for solid ground. I lecture old journals. I swig vodka. I kiss scented paper. I find safety in certain sweaters. I inhale hookah clouds. I choreograph my conclusions. I break predictability. I borrow starlight. I swim in storybooks. I brim with ecstasy. I boil borders. I orchestrate improvisation. I buy dinnerware when I'm sad. I stretch my wings. I pray for faith. I answer the coyote's song. I thank it for singing. I fall for the Mountains. I organize my meltdowns. I kick bullies. I tell mimes my secrets. I unravel at Dawn. I am Shayde.

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  • JoinedFebruary 2007
  • OccupationWriter, Collage/Altered Book Artist
  • HometownNew Yawk
  • Current cityLos Angeles

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