Every fraction of a cent is a skin cell-
I'm losing pieces of myself.
Heart strings and purse strings-
they are the same thing
(for me).
Retail therapy doesn't work, you see,
when the guilt is so heavy
that it crushes the high.
So put those cute shoes back, and I
will show you the door.
I can't take it anymore.
Even thrift shopping makes me feel bad now :(
So, I guess I'm not doing a poem a day.
WAY too busy.
I'm actually going to try this year :D
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
2 comments:
hey gen! i want to go thrifting.. korean's are so into brand names, it's hard to find vintage-y stuff.. BORING!
how's life?
omg thrifting seems heavenly right now... everything in new york is so fucking expensive and name brand-y. i found a vintage store the other day, but i swear it wasn't real vintage because there was like 10 of the same shirt... lol
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