Hello,
nice to meet you.
Who am I? Trishanna.

I'm raw launching emotion
in a rainbow world
of  flurried dreams.
I'm a manifested awareness
of the tiny details
in every individual
I come across.
So when I go to repeat my name fifteen minutes after
meeting you
I'll see your hardened eyes
your questioning buttoned brows
and your soul that's aching
for me to ask all of the questions
that I'm not supposed to ask (the real ones.)
so that you can answer
in a non-civilized
un-socially acceptable way
In hopes to experience, for five minutes
in this god-awful church room
the feeling of being alive
pulsing with originality.


What do I do for a living?
I eat up heartache
and swallow down yearning.
I soar through the clouds of my mind
a thousand miles wide
towards every fiery vice.
I write with fierce passion.
I flood with tears.
I sing to the beauty
of rarity.

I'm a student. I'm a counselor.                                           Blah. Blah. Blah.
I'm this human, waiting for
a dialogue so much richer than this.

Your name. Your occupation. Your age.
They've robbed you of what you really want to experience with an introduction.