it seems my entire life is defined by drinks.

mother's milk out the womb.

(and maybe those suckles were sweet - it's not like i remember - but her words, for the rest of my life, certainly weren't.)

an hour-long debate, with my best friend at twelve years old - apple or orange juice?

(orange, obviously, is the right answer. we rehash the argument sometimes to this day.)

the day i turn 19, a beer in my hands.

(i'm sat around a campfire with my closest friends, birthdays all older than me - the beer tastes disgusting, as cheap alcohol is, but i'm glad to be there.)

yesterday, i had 1 coffee and 2 mugs of lemon honey tea, 4 glasses of water.

today, no tea, but 2 cups of coffee, a glass of milk, and 3 glasses of water.

i bite at my nails when i'm nervous, swallow down the spit that comes with it, the bile that rises.

last summer, i visited pei, had a raspberry cordial - my favourite drink to date - then bought a case of 4 more to take home with me.

last summer, when i lived in new brunswick, my friends in the same building knew me as the one who would always have a drink in hand - a milk tea, or maybe a pink lemonade, maybe that obscure korean soda i liked.

when i left new brunswick, i took a photo of my 2 trash cans, of the way they were both filled to the brim with empty bottles and cans and jugs.

i still miss the apple cider they made there.

my life is defined by drinks, sips, swallows, taking five minutes to breathe by making myself a nice whipped coffee, trawling the internet for pretty coasters and glassware for an hour in lieu of doing actual work.

Eventually, i close the shopping tabs, take a sip of coffee, and resume with the rest of my life.

her boogie woogie,
boot and scoot.
her goo bosh vibe,
so small and cute.
silly little Anju stomp,
unaware of self.
bite taken from a chocolate,
stolen from a shelf.
when we are free from this life
we will run in fields
and see the sunset and the joy
life with you yields.

A women who is well rooted,grows  from the ground up flourishing and blossoming as a mighty tree.   As she goes thru a process of self care and self love during the switching of seasons, glory to her atributes of her being a sister, a friend, a lover, a women well deserving of that genuine love and happiness.   As she's also a symbol to other women who also wish to possess that similar strength showed in her ways of living . A women well rooted, grows from the ground up and flourishes as a mighty tree, a symbol of balance a home in human  form. - Swoo

I come as the moon in my spirit form. Always serenading, yet I still yean for the one I love with my whole being. My two sides of the same coin. My synchronity. My union.. Until we stand side to side with differences but in fusion. While stargazing as I shout out this one here amplifies my spirituality she's my serenity  - Swoo

Shhhh......  Her aura speaks volumes. As it goes toe to toe with with her inner and outer beauty. Over her on your knees you  just want to submit for this  fall, surrender it all.
Glowing under sun kisses as the nature of her being kisses back hearts get  concured. Raises the hand for I can speak of this gone boy testimony .
With this heart playing no tune no drum.
Until she makes an appearance and it's Melodies caused by a whole beings high vibrations.
The leader of these pulse tempo based ochestra . Swoo

You are a conqueror of the heart.
You heart is my father.
You who brought light.
You are my eternal power to change the condition of the soul.
You are the one who brings happiness.
The young man agrees and I say no !! This sister is a joy to me.
I will always thank the Almighty for this. Happiness in human form - Swoo

Shes a mixture of pretty sunrises and scenematic sunsets.
Her aura glow feels like a romantic full moon rise during a cold evening,full of love, warmth and light she's always a beautiful encounter.
She excites my spirit so much that her vibrations jump into the creation of the most mind blowing artworks.
As emotions of her feels get displayed on a digital canvas. - BayB Blue Aura - Swoo

She is lovely
like apricot juice-
sweet and ****

delicate
like ripe fruit

i stop at the t-junction
between your throat and your collarbone
loving people with a t-suppliment
overthrowing any judgement

you forced me up
and squeezed lemon juice down my throat
i'm pretending that this was never real
but feeling my skin flake and peel

do you ever miss the pain of a new scar?
because there is too much space between my fingers
and it feels raw and unwelcome.

there is something alluring about
unraveling string-
loose ends splitting and breaking
forever vanishing into oblivion