Didn’t mean to– and no this isn’t a sorry. I wasn’t trying to come off like
that, rude. I–It’s just, connecting is really hard, especially when you feel
alone. I didn’t stop trying though, maybe not hard enough. See, I use to think I
was afraid of connecting to people, now I’m just scared of them leaving. Why
wasn’t the connection strong enough to stay?
— Day Sibley
In between your legs
like a bee sucking nectar
from a flowers fruit.
were never aligned for us
to cross stars again.
Push me to the edge all my friends are dead!
— Lil Uzi Vert, Xo Tour Life
shots firing in my mind.
Do you love me?
There was a plea in your eyes
a choking sob
you caught in your throat.
I always thought I would be the one
to ask you those frightening questions
The plan was never for anyone to get hurt
for the pain I will cause your heart.
How cruel of me
to ruin a beautiful day
under the sun.
I wish I could weave
your tears of sadness into
better days to come.
broken bond when one
lies of little things they lie
about everything !
— Day Sibley
June 7, 2017
waves of light
this is what it feels like to die.
— day sibley, cardiac arrest
in the pit of my stomach
has never failed me before,
why would it now?
i hope it does.
— day sibley, intuition
Rejections, after Lauren Elma Frament
In a year of taking a break from submitting, I almost forgot how tedious sending your work to publications can be. You put blood, sweat and tears in revising your work to death before sending it out, and boom! You get the big “no”.
Sending my pieces to lit. journals had come in small blessings, usually unexpected. There were times my pieces fitted the theme of the journal and I got the boot. There were times I would cry and question if I should write at all, some I didn’t care.
Which is to say, you shouldn’t question whether you’re a good writer or not, there’s plenty of journals worldwide. It’s one of the scenarios where you have to push yourself. It’s not going to be easy–it’s really frustrating to be honest, but it’s part of the journey being a writer.