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Mar 4

Apology

Fuck everything. I could weave up even more poetic words defending and deflecting my feelings. Why though? I don’t think I really care if you judge me for caring almost 3 years later. What does it even really matter? I owe you indescribable amounts of things, but above ALL, I…

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Apr 11, 2021

0.9

0.9

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Feb 10, 2021

circles

Draw two circles. One is me, one is you. The shaded spot where we converge is the Venn diagram of us. Now, lift one circle. Raise it up high, as tall as you are, and then more. Raise it up so high your eyes strain and completely lose sight of…

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Jan 22, 2021

this must be the place

Yet, something seems off. For one, I never moved. This must be the place but, all familiar shapes my calm relies on have somehow repositioned in ways I find confusing, and scary, if I’m being honest. I’ve started to notice the presence of new shapes all around me. There are…

Naive Melody

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Naive Melody

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Jan 6, 2021

words

Everywhere I go, I look for the words to describe being two people. I feel it in my core, in my marrow, up through my sinuses. My existence is a flow state, but I cannot describe it better than that. I try. I read lots and lots of words. I…

Journal

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Journal

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Nov 3, 2020

impetuous clay

cannot know what it will become while hurtling through other people’s hands. It has no say in who is pressing it in, by what it is being heated, or why it is folding into and around itself. If clay could think, this might be a shame. …

Ghosts

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Ghosts

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Oct 26, 2020

i don’t remember writing this note I found on my phone, the best thing I’ve ever written

Unfiltered Like kissing Miss Trisha but not hurt Love her Love people I love I I’ll. Edito later I love am But I can still party Weird that I feel the need to type when I’m high Like new girl Anxious In a weird way only when I’m like this Have to poop It nkt really WHAT IS LIFE _ Can’t wait I miss people But I’m still Alan!

Art

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Art

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Aug 24, 2020

alitan

is my anima. “Ah-lee-tun”. She lives inside of me. People meet the outside me, and yes, that is a sincere, genuine me. But even the most intimate of encounters … take for example, close lovers whose lasting imprints I could blindly trace with my fingertips, or formative friends who watched…

Journaling

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Journaling

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May 29, 2020

“You will need this

“You will need this to grip the edges of your frame and narrow them.” In line I know what else it’ll do. In the car I feel separate from the sun through the window. In my bedroom I feel everything. My frame naturally widens to capture more. But once daily I love myself to narrow the frame.

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May 26, 2020

sojourn

Somebody told me it’s possible to telecommunicate with your twin. I tried it last night. Like any night marked with anticipation of someone important arriving, the first thing I did was make my bed. I sat exactly in the middle of the mattress, seance style. The bedsprings beneath my blue…

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