When I was a teenager I got my first taste of political protesting outside of my high school. In a post 9/11 world, tensions ran high in my school in regards to social justice and political ideologies. I will admit fully that I got wrapped up in the nationalistic-craze that hit many of us after … Continue reading In the middle of would-be revolutions
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And We All Fall Down
images flicker across screens held tightly shut, pulsing roars in ears that swear they heard whimpers. It's too late, in every scene, flashing memories of what never happened she always had that planned. It would be raining angrily from cheeks that were pale from realizing, they never meant a thing. It's a dangerous reality these … Continue reading And We All Fall Down
Hurt Me Today
It broke crumbled pieces lay in shaking hands that for too long forgot what it meant to hold softly it cracked, slowly at first with tiny sounds echoing as gravity pulled it down to soon-to-be cement floors, hardening quietly it splintered, tracing intricate patterns across once smooth valleys, now dried into graying deserts littered with … Continue reading Hurt Me Today
Fuck. This. Noise.
Fuck this noise, screw the shit out of no. We forgot what we fought for, we forgot the children who dreamed for more. I can't doesn't live anymore I'm terrified is too busy choking the hell out of not worth it, too dirty, are we Too many fucking storms, I can't keep up the charade. … Continue reading Fuck. This. Noise.
Faith Taryn Davies 