Current Residence: Canada
Favourite genre of music: Rock, indies, "women's rock", "lesbian stuff"
Favourite photographer: Alyssa Milano
Personal Quote: Just another butt in the ashtray
HairLocks are pretty,Hair by Lynielle
Long layers in a dream,
Dazed by the possibilities which I am too lazy to pursue,
The story plays:
Once upon a time in a kingdom far away,
Walked a princess,
Locks of beautiful bronze,
Hand in hand,
With a man of grace.
Outstretch my hand to a ghost,
And we walk along
In days that become dusk
We linger in this limbo,
But not really.
Locks are pretty,
Like a paper bag prom dress.
Pretty, if we pretend.
Pretty, if we squint our eyes.
But dont you see,
The paper bags generosity?
But dont you see,
How good is she,
Too busy to brush
Too frugal to eat.
Locks are pretty,
Locks are pretty
Lock are pretty
When I say,
I love me dear despite,
Pretty locks you are mine.
pickled penisYoure a really good friend. Id just prefer you didnt have a penis. You see, I have this phobia of oblong shapes that just kind of jut out at things. You know its just kind of out there.pickled penis by Lynielle
I mean, youre great, really (for a guy). If it makes you feel any better, youre the most feminine guy Ive ever met.
Oh, please dont cry! I mean its not you. Dont blame yourself. Its just your body.
Well no, I wouldnt say Im afraid of zucchini. They arent threatening in the same way. They arent imposing. Penises impose.
I mean, I couldnt zip up my vagina if I didnt want anything, but you could just not bring it up. If you were really an egalitarian, wouldnt you understand that? An apple does not equal an orange.
Oh, now youre crying. Is it because I said you were feminine? I meant it as a compliment. I like feminine. Youre just not feminine enough.
Let me clarify, I like man p
There is a Lake in AntigonishThe first time I saw you,There is a Lake in Antigonish by Lynielle
I saw right through you.
I wouldnt let my eyes see you,
Because you could have stopped me in my breath.
There is this thing,
This thing that happens that Im afraid to feel,
But you could make me feel
feel the sway of a light head on a numb body.
My hands got cold,
Because the heat of my body rushed to places that Im not supposed to talk about.
So I looked right through you,
Like a glass wall
the kind the dogs walk into.
They dont see it,
But they feel when they collide.
Im afraid Ill feel it too.
Declaration towards a futureI sense.Declaration towards a future by Lynielle
I listen with my ears engaged.
I see in light and shadow.
I see in depth.
I remember to take full yogic breaths
so that I catch whiff of my surrounding.
I am strong enough to support myself.
I am strong enough to exert passionate energy.
I am wise enough to listen - to know when to retain.
I think about what to say.
I sit with my back bone straight.
I breathe IN the summer.
I walk through fall to a winter that is barable.
This is my metamorphosis.
This is who I'll be.
And now the cocoon conceals me.
I will be,
I will be,
I will be rooted trees.
I will be sacred sage.
I will be the light,
Yin and Yang.
Framed in a portable body.
I will ponder,
...sometimes I need to believe
that declarations are made honestly.
This is a declaration to a future self,
From a self that is transitioning.
The History KeeperHis pale hands like albino spiders weaving a web of words on the paper, the letters writhing like the bugs trapped in the webs. The rolls of paper he had already written lay like corpses in the square shelves, each one wrapped in ribbon and stamped with a seal. The room was silent except for the soft scratch of his pen as it flew across the yellowed paper.The History Keeper by The-Blink-of-an-Eye
He wasnt a record keeper, as that implied a man hired to record the ebb and flow of the kingdoms assets, and he was no such thing. He was the History Keeper. The one who made sure Father Time didnt completely destroy everything. He made sure history stayed the same, no matter how many times Chaos decided to have a good chuckle. He was completely essential, making sure time stayed alive and history was dead.
His hair tumbled around his entire body like water, his face and hands emerging. He wasnt man, that was certain. No one knew where he came from, whether he had been born or simply grew out of the chair he a
Girl-Boy wonderThrough androgynous hipsGirl-Boy wonder by 13lithiums
I leak power
As the line blurs
It becomes curved
Depending on the day of the week,
My back straight
In a monotone tone
Just where my genders flown,
There's no classification for me
I am a female
And I'm extremely cool with that
I'd rather be me
Than be stuck as a man
In your gender classified
Barbie / ken doll mold
Roles of societies norm–perfected,
I have rejected
My pink dress
And I will not
Wear a blue suite
I'd rather wear my purple
With its rainbow back drop
And stripes of black
With a sweet pretty girl seated on my lap.