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Daijha Renee commented on the post, overalls 10 months, 2 weeks ago
Over all, I’ve worn 1 pair of overalls. They’re stained with adolescents and a feverish love for my mother. Much like my mother, my overalls are lost in a pile of tarnished memories. And I refuse to publish […]
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Daijha Renee commented on the post, modem 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Seems like every modem in my house is missing. As well as in my brain. I can hear. Im a bit lost as well. Drinking is becoming a source of renewable energy. Can’t plug I. To anything at the moment.
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Daijha Renee commented on the post, dwell 11 months ago
The past,
I’ve dwelled there numerous times.
But never have I found as much comfort
Anywhere other then the present. -
Daijha Renee commented on the post, pits 11 months ago
The pits.
The crevices, the grime.
The sweat. The heat.
The pits are much like the rest of the world.
Irrelevant. -
Daijha Renee commented on the post, mayor 11 months, 1 week ago
I live in Oakland and everyone hates Jean Quan.
Our mayor doesn’t know how to do her job, so
we all suffer. Oh well, hopefully she’ll get recalled. -
Daijha Renee commented on the post, cathedral 11 months, 1 week ago
I’m afraid.
I’m lost and these walls only blind me.
When I find you again, perhaps i’ll be free.
When my morals return, then perhaps i’ll gain something. -
Daijha Renee commented on the post, straw 11 months, 1 week ago
Straws bend,
Like my passion.
They both bend and bend
But they never break. -
Daijha Renee commented on the post, brief 11 months, 1 week ago
Brief encunters with hideous men
Terrible movie.
Humans are to brief and feeble for me to care for.
So i’ve stopped hoping for better movies, and just
Taken what i’ve been given.
But i’m tired of all these […] -
Daijha Renee commented on the post, switching 11 months, 2 weeks ago
My corpse is a nest infested with dying dreams.
Floating below my legs and swimming into my decaying eyes.
Why so cold? Why so hollow?
Because I’m still so fucking young. -
Daijha Renee commented on the post, switching 11 months, 2 weeks ago
Switching.
But to what?
Am I switing to the enticing rythms?
Or to invisible whips clinging to my back as they break away.
Im switching courses. Swiching dreams, lies, memories.
And forgeting the old ones. -
Daijha Renee changed their profile picture 11 months, 2 weeks ago