MCCA's pretty poetry posts

Coffeemaker, bone breaker, cash taker, poet. Peruvian writer living in Norway. Icon by the great sangled.tumblr.com

[arquties]

“...ma’am, please, I’m trying to tell you someone has stolen your identity.” “GOOD. LET ‘EM TAKE IT! I NEVER LIKED IT ANYWAY.” she slurred, spilling her cider all over her khaki shorts. The bank employee sighed on the other side of the line.

- Depression Suburbia, by Juan C. Rowe

[mccawriting]

So my stepdad made it clear I would never belong here Our portrait had place for only his face My thick nose, and my name had no place in the frame

Living room, by Juan C. Rowe

[mccawriting]

You do not forget You live in a world that wasn't designed for you But you look at her And despite it all you remember a world is there too

Juan C.R. 

[mccawriting]

I'm the problem fixer papapa used to call me when the computer froze mamama used to call me when the batter was too big they used to need me im the problem now i like female skin, soft like my own i am the beautiful boil in my family's face im the problem fixer they still need me i think at night of squeezing myself out

Acne, Juan C.R

[mccawriting]

It takes time for feelings to grow. Don't be scared if it's too fast, It's ok if it's too slow.

Mantra n* 3 - For when mental illness strikes and I'm sleeping at some person’s place

[thepalaceofsans-souci]

hey i know it´s easy to dismiss Oscar Wilde as a careless dandy but he was Irish, socialist and radically gay in Victorian England and when he says stuff like “morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people we personally dislike” it´s a highly political stance

[mccawriting]

Miss not their words or the smell of their skin, I remember always I’m staying within.

Mantra n* 1 - For when you miss being part of an “us”