Author: dannasweidan

worse than victimizing myself is making the writer in me a victim too.there is no justification or truth in saying that the world i live in is hindering my ability to flow on paper,because the world i live in should be the reason i find courage enough to fail over and over again before finally… Continue reading Practice rounds →

youre all hard edges and landscapes today,you startle yourself in the reflective glass at choppy waters but the sea churns on,just because you marvel at time does not mean time will pause to pose for a snapshot. who am i to question the purpose and motive of ideals and paper-heart hopes?all i know is that… Continue reading I want to find an off-switch under my tongue →

for what it was worth i simply got tangled up in ideas–words that wrap themselves up in narcissism and insecurity before tiptoe-ing out of my mouth,silent and creeping like termites in my walls they eat you from the inside out;GET ME OUT and speak me say me, stumble all over me. I write to you… Continue reading lonelilies wilt →

I am going in circles living my life over and over again because nothing changes and there seems to be blockage downstream– i cannot be a placid lake with churning currents under glassy surfaces. we must function as the rivers we are, move along now. I am desperate for a change in scenery and closing… Continue reading What’s it gonna take →

it’s honestly pretty rare that i get this feeling but it is rearing its ugly head and making its presence known today, i am desperate for the air to change into something that will relieve my lungs and somehow refresh my thinking today. there is rumbling underneath my feet and i need the change that… Continue reading there is unrest in the air →

in retrospect we were living art,  i threw my head back and laughed while the breezes would comb their fingers through my curls,and your eyes would light up when my secrets wobbled between my mouth and your memories.  in an ideal shade of rose we filtered all the light to match correspondingly,ignoring the impossible depth of the… Continue reading mad scientists and monarchs →

You are the extra padding that makes my voice goBoom when my words mean Squeak,reverberating like deep loud bass bumps to shake me at my core and this is where we drew the line for the ironically elite, you said “follow the street beat” and i felt my mouth dry out, like the breath had already… Continue reading You’re still Mary’s daughter →

for when the time came we clinked glasses and smiled bashfully, stringing along strained hopefuls with anxious smiles;girls with tender tempers make the worst heartbreakers. and when the time comes there will be a a drum beat for our feet, pounce pounce march until it’s down down to the art: the art of memorizing all… Continue reading my ears are ringing →

it is contradictory to wonder at my growth and ability to adjust when every day it gets harder and harder to look myself in the eye. there is something helpless and solid about feeling ugly; words don’t change it, opinions don’t change it, makeup doesn’t change it; you just exist on a plane where there… Continue reading how to be a carpenter, jesus →

keep me quiet with nothing to lose,i am constantly the shadow that follows you and keeps you company stay silent stay still,the do not disturb mentality is scrawled all over your nonchalant mannerisms. i am not the enemy,i am simply the secret keeper you mistrusted too late.and today here we are, with every inch of… Continue reading abruptly yours, you’re always mine →