Author: dannasweidan

the relationship i have with writing is the relationship most people build with another person. i am passionate, jealous, protective, joyful, heartbroken. for words strung together like candy necklaces going crack-crack against your teeth, savor my sweetness in its hiding places, between A and Z i caught fire to my fingertips all to write you… Continue reading You kill Me →

i am awake to greet morning while i pick through poets to find your kindred, i am here to nudge the sleepy creation waiting in your hands, sinewy and lined with history textbooks but kids don’t respect that and your palms are veined in vandalism. shake me up vigorously until the beat in my chest… Continue reading Bad Education →

let me change shape today and if i could be anything i would be the dandelion in your garden, wisps away from breaking down at dawn. take a deep breath let’s travel; i am not falling apart I am just looking beyond the greener grasses

It was the kind of hurt that would amplify when I listened soulful music, that’s how much I dug you. I have spun in circles like office chairs on slow afternoons,my mind entangling itself in its own grey mazey parts. Talking ourselves in circles I have hunted down enough words to get you from A… Continue reading It tasted like morning →

The flaw in my reasoning must be internal, even though I am known to make decisions for others. So I carry the weight of possible repercussion, flailing recklessly through my choices and praying under my breath that the hurt will be minimal for all of those involved. The conflicting duailty of who I’m becoming is… Continue reading anything else but the truth →

I find myself breaking every day. Every situation I encounter makes me question my approach to life, my decisions, the pull my heart follows. It’s not a call for pity or anything, but I realize that this questioning isn’t letting up. I don’t know what’s right, I don’t know how to know what’s right, I… Continue reading Achy Breaky →

my adulthood seems to be unfurling into an outraged mess, i am stumbling around for answers where they do not exist. you cannot ask people why they judge you, you cannot ask adult-sized children why they think age makes them adults, you cannot ask strangers why they look at you so, you cannot ask answers… Continue reading minor issue, minority’s issues →

i am a well of overused phrases, expressing admiration and impressing the masses, hollow and cosmetic we sing praises to the beautiful and empty.hollow me out and love my body;inch for inch we are an emotional condition waiting to implode.where are the secrets of our youth?hiding in the hopes we once carried before we realized… Continue reading you lost me →

Looking out from here everything feels disconnected and beautiful.

what attracts me and you to you and me is the loss of control we incite in each other