Tessa Luen

Joined November 2019

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February
February is fast, fuzzy, furious, frenzied, fucked up. Finally the franchise of your dreams looks to fall into your ever fumbling fingers.
By Tessa Luen5 years ago in Poets
January
Years begin and end with movement. They must - how else does a wandering mind mark the unrelenting march of time? Celebrating year’s end is arbitrary nonsense, and being arbitrary, pointless and without meaning, it fills you with dread year on year.
By Tessa Luen5 years ago in Poets
Fly High, Poppet
When I was ten years old, my best friend gave me a necklace. I never asked him, but I assume he had felt guilty that he hadn't gotten me anything for my birthday the day before. He was a weird, sweet kid with a rough home life and no money, so he took the necklace out of his mother's jewellery box.
By Tessa Luen6 years ago in Humans
For Meg
I didn’t know you; Not really. Not enough to warrant writing you this And yet I did know you, and I do know you, and I ever will know you.
By Tessa Luen6 years ago in Poets
Mental Wells
Purely by accident, I recently stumbled upon the best analogy for my mental illness that I have ever encountered. I was talking with my best friend, and my recent fall from stability had us both concerned and philosophical, and it led to the following.
By Tessa Luen6 years ago in Psyche