choices – he said she said – a bushism (pt. i)

why choose cruel words when you can choose kind ones
why sing crude songs when you can sing bright ones
why see red scars when you can see red hearts
why breed hatred when you can breathe love far

– o – o – o –

bang! bang! said the gun
gun! kill! said the girl
kill! not! said the black
black! lie! said the court
court! adjourned! said the man
man! down! said the world
girl dead. black dead. world dead. who lives?

– o – o – o –

we must run for prosperity
reach for the happiness of our nation
patriotism soars into hardworking
fighting for virtue
values and a return to justice and equality


The first two are from way back in May. The third one was inspired by George W. Bush. Aha. 

✪ Angie

(in)digestion – the silence – the monochrome painter

my innards are a warzone
of acid army weaponry.
“charge!” cries the stomach,
readying its knives.
“goddamn” says the brain,
“stop eating so much pizza.”

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so i did something i hadn’t done in a long time:
i sat alone in the silence
and at first there was something missing
but then i heard the sound of my heart beat
and it reassured me

º º º

she works in monochrome
fingers dipping paint-pots of midnight and blinding sun
smearing her stories in spectrumless shades
but a life is never two-colored, is it?

(there is no black smile. no white frown. only grey lines- winding, winding themselves into complexities she cannot unravel)


The first of many “creativity dumps”. Often on the borderline of poetry and prose- they come spontaneously. I’ll format them in dumps like this: several at a time, usually unrelated. Hope you like + tell me which one was your favorite.

✪ Angie