Anglerfish2012

My life is not your circus. When you demand me to jump I'll sit in the corner and masturbate to the beat of my own drum. For a while I did it. I enjoyed the lights and the applause but that faded and I was left exhausted and miserable and unable to find who I was behind the mask. I'm not a trained seal. I threw the ball away. Expectations. Fuck them all. I will not be super-woman, super-christian, super-anything you expect. You can't want  something from me that you can't produce yourself. Today I'm happy. I'm not a clown, I'm not a seal, I'm not an attraction. I'm in a new show staring me, produced by me, critiqued by me and I give i

I've never had anything with my name on it. Correction. I've never had anything with my name spelled on it correctly. No one had ever taken the time to spell out A-D-R-I-E-N-N-E-N-N-E Maybe it was my parents fault For giving me such an odd name It's been mispronounced in every way imaginable No one has taken the time to arrange eight letters in the correct order Until you did You took the time to know me You took the time to notice You took the time to spell out every letter in the right spot on something so beautiful You told me to change the world and I will Because I've got friends beside me that know how to spell my name.

The second star to the right, past the left atrium and last night's taco salad lives a land of forever. Hidden beneath the layers of tissue, plasma and water, somewhere within the recesses of invisibility lives a dangerous, irrational force. This relentless tide of positive energy refuses to give up its sense of child like wonder. On the outside, words like rent, interest, credit other adult nouns attack it's sense of peace but. This force inside refuses to remove its spiderman pajamas, turn off its Saturday morning cartoons and give in to the demands of those sharp adult nouns stabbing at it with the force of time marching forwa

The world is always ending There is a incessant influence after your life-force The skies are falling The sun is just hot enough to slightly cook us from the outside in The plastic bowl you just used to microwave your highly preserved ravioli with questionable meat product Is sure to give you some type of quick spreading malignancy God forbid you step out of your house The kid down the street is on his way to steal everything you own At the next corner there's a man waiting to electronically steal your identity from the multiple credit cards stuffed in your wallet The car barreling down the street is coming right for your flesh and b

Mother's Day isn't always purple butterflies and hanging baskets. For some people it's the longing of what should have been, and what never was. Quite frankly not all mothers deserve plants. Plants are for the mothers who foster green, growth, promise. Plants are for the mothers who prune and water, their buds into flourishing beauties. Not all mothers deserve plants Some mothers are hot and fiery scorching away every bud that may have promise. Some are like an August drought drying up the most promising shoot into brown, dead, pre-compost. Some are as cold and harsh as frost at midnight freezing away the promise of a plant that could