Twain Muffin

Artist. Writer. Variety of Muffin?

[twain-muffin]

April and Love

There were Windows, then walls,

then your windows 

and Fall commenced shortly after our first kiss

and I fell for you,tried to disguise it,

guised it limb to limb,

like an interpretive dance,

interrupted by your stance,

your permanence,

unwavering care,

refusal to budge,

refusal to let me ruin this,

But understand, I am good at this,

getting the good to uproot itself,

I gentrify the neighborhoods of my core,

[twain-muffin]

Longing for Spring. #winter #Nyc #IComplainEveryYear #Spring #2016 #flowers #barbie #fashion #handmade #photoaday #photooftheday #artmuffin

[kushandwizdom]

Note to self: everything will always be okay. don’t stress the things you have no control of. God got you.

Reyna Biddy (via psych-facts)

[twain-muffin]

July 19th

All these technologies spoil me into thinking that dying is preventable, that life is just a charge away

I recall seeing your lifeless body and wanting so desperately to restore warmth to your skin, unlock a door so your soul could reclaim its place somewhere amongst your wits and kindness

The night seemed darker that evening, lights on cars and in apartment windows mocked the non-breathing, mocked the awareness of life within me and its absence within you

Memories rushed into my mind like robots sent in by a higher order,

The mechanics of life is such that it plays live on the ground with highlights uploaded on-mind tomorrow at noon,

So now I mourn you over lunch and tea and apologize profusely for distancing myself when your life’s battery was low, for staying away until we got that call

July now ticks like a time marker in my mind and as the months draw further away then nearer towards it, an energy awakens within me, a kind of sadness nestles in my belly

I’m bloated with thoughts of you and release comes only in typed words on a Notes app on the same technology that ruins me.

[twain-muffin]

Spring, please come. #artmuffin

[twain-muffin]

That Stage

The Drowning Years is what they should call it. That space between diploma-in-hand and hand-facing-out into the world That space between wanting to take the world by storm and wanting to walk with guiders

The Drowning Years is how they should describe moments where your phone is face down, laptop closed shut, door locked, room dark, and your mind starts to play tricks, erasing memories that prove exists people who care people with arms for hugging, people who will tell you that the world is yours, that you’re not alone, that you’re not drowning, simply living as a young adult

[twain-muffin]

When Siri Calls You Out On Your Insomnia

Siri: I'm sorry, I didn't get that.

Me: (In an attempt to cut Siri off from across the room) Hey Siri, goodnight.

Siri: Goodnight. It's 8:27am.

[twain-muffin]

The Funk

"She tried really hard to explain to him that sometimes people just fall into a funk. 'Think of the lone traveller who walks around in Fall and is so enamored by the leaves around him that he doesn't consider that it all could be a trap, danger could be lurking somewhere, a hole could engulf his being' she said. 'Think of the way he laughs to himself as he lies in that dark hole. It's never a proper time to fall but to do so in the season of Fall almost validates a fear that nature is conspiring against you and even worst, mocking you. Falling into a funk is like falling into a hole during the season of Fall.' He laughed at her, laughed at her silly analogy, and then proceeded to make his way out of the room. She, she stayed there in her funk and beat herself up as if killing all the metaphorical leaves around her. He didn't say anything to her but he might as well have said 'You silly girl, didn't you see the leaves, didn't you see the jabs that life was gonna throw at you.' Of course she did. Of course. But like the lone traveller who walks on leafy beds, she looked life in the eye and acknowledged all of its winds never believing that the beauty of it all could one day consume her."

[twain-muffin]

Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase. —Martin Luther King, Jr. #MLK #DrMLKJ #Faith #MadeWithPixlr #Artmuffin

[twain-muffin]

Unlocked: Hidden City Gem. #EastSide #CentralPark #SunSet #icapture_nyc #artmuffin

[twain-muffin]

Morning Meditation

Moments of change and transition feel like rough patches of turbulence. The rumble, felt first in your stomach, scrambles its way to your brain and occupies every space, every thought. You act in a spirit of anxiety, you become distant from the ones you should remain closest to. Your soul and body, although not departed from one another, aren't quite unified. The brain works harder, your heart beats faster, your stomach turns and churns as if producing the energy to go forth. It seems quite possible in these moments that, in spite of all that is going on within, you could float away, get caught in a tree branch, and burst. It is in these moments that I've found a solid anchor, that anchor being prayer. I hold tight to God as I grip my covers, as thoughts clash and wrestle in my mind. My anchor becomes a shield as I meditate on all I've been through and every war I've battled victoriously. These moments of change and transition are the absolute worst yet the absolute best, not for the process but for the end result. In the absence of certainty, in the absence of calm, I'm thankful for the blood that pumps through my veins and the spirit that flows through me and surrounds me. I'm thankful I'm not alone in this world, thank for for friends and family, thankful for God's presence, thankful that He has never allowed me to be filled with helium and to be free floating through time and space.

[twain-muffin]

Bright yellow burger joint. #Luckys #nyc #artmuffin (at Luckys)

[twain-muffin]

Be my Muse

I need motivation to write again. If you comment or message me a word or theme, I promise to write a poem inspired by it. The word can be silly, serious, or somewhere in between the spectrum. When the poem is written, I'll send you a message. I'll also post it here on Tumblr

[twain-muffin]

#brooklyn #artmuffin

[twain-muffin]

More Slide. #latepost #artmuffin

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Rain on window, #Harlem #Nyc #icapture_nyc #artmuffin

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This little #snail was hanging out last night. I wonder where he is tonight? #closeup #nature #Bronx #artmuffin