Month: November 2025
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This was the result of a very special workshop on ekphrastic poetry today.
I am a sorceress, twice in exile – they claim my magic is merely madness, butthose with the eyes to see know betterI am the voiceless breaker of curses, until now bearer of grief no one knows aboutI am no one’s prisoner anymore to know myself is to know my powerto know myself is the…
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I got canvases with Emerson today.
I also ate at Red Robin for the first time ever (and ate farrrrr too many fries) and convinced him to try reading Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi. It’s been a good day. I am tired now, though.. -Allēna
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I’ve been very crashy today.
I haven’t done much except watch some TV, easy a fucccckkkkload of cheese, and sleep a lot. I’m up for now but I’m not sure how long that will last. -Allēna
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Been running around with Emerson all afternoon.
I’m very tired but I at least got some pants from the LGBT center lol. Time to rest I think? -Allēna
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I am so happy that I performed my “Invictus” style poem that I wrote on Inauguration Day this year on what turned out to be a very historic election night.
Thank you to all the people in the US who turned up to their polling places yesterday to make their voices heard. This one is for y’all. WE are the masters of our fate. WE are the captains of our souls. Not some clown in the White House. Remember that now and always. I love…
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Here’s a very bad joke I came up with.
Sometimes all you need for a little positivity… …is to lose an electron here and there. -Allēna
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“un-lotused”
I’ve never been one to meditate on regretsof paths not taken, universes unexplored,for my regrets are few – when I want something, I show up for it,I find a way to it or I make oneand the primrose path to success builds upon itself I would far rather meditate on failures,iterations where everything when wrong…
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I found this gem from 9/20/2022 in our Google Drive.
I am longing for longing’s sakeI’ve struggled to let my heart want what it wants for so long that I’m going to let whatever haunts it haunt me. And fuck, I want so much. there’s a man back east mysterious and strange fascinated by everythingI think he may have been thirteen the first time I…