Weird SciFi Dream

So I was on this huge ship/planet with the rest of humanity. we were paired with aliens trying to genetically mix with humans. We had to adjust to the aliens being there so we put in wider doors and fewer walls because these aliens had a large centipede like body with a centaur like head. It looks as if they were made out of glass. So we're all transformed into human-alien hybrids which made us have to adjust more to new room arrangements(there was a carnival for some odd reason)

Then some of the aliens wanted humans to turn fully alien and get rid of human individuality. They tried to force our bodies to become all alien by eliminated human invention and human requirements in buildings. but other aliens and humans didnt want that including myself so we stopped the aliens and put back human individuality and evolved into better forms than human or alien.

i've been reading too much octavia butlers, obviously lol

Homegoing

This semester I returned to a semi-known status, one that was boosted with my false confidence. I say false because I didn’t know how much had change. I didn’t know that my previous snugly fit position had turned on me, effectively shutting me out of the well-oiled machine that is college life. Without my place, my reserved throne, I was tossed from remembrance by my peers and left wondering where else could I go?

8 Real Reasons That I Date Outside My Race

1. The more open my mind is in general, the more likely that my expectations wont crowd out potential matches.
2. Percentage wise, there would be more people that will compliment my personality than if you just stick with one race
3. I start to see how privilege works when not just applied to whiteness.
4. Different exposure to how folks unlike my usual normal work and live.
5. In the pool of potential dating opportunities that I have in my community, the kind of guy I'm looking for is more about maturity and open-mindedness than about finding "a man".
6. I see how inter-racism works and how more than just blacks are negatively affected by it
7. So many more hot guys lol.
8. It's always been about who compliments me on the inside, not on the outside. race does matter but so does compatibility.

Similes

i really love Lupe Fiasco and N.E.R.D... they were the mango smoothie to my kool-aid, the baked catfish to my fried chicken.

Shadows

As I dream I feel the whispers of shadows creeping along my body. My phsycality rejoices at this alien concept of touch and caresses. My mind, however, looks on sadly, knowing that these shadows would shrink in the candlelight of actual memories and i possess no memories. As a result, my body's sensitivity has heightened to a painful degree, one that these shadows can even excite.

To Spanish or not to Spanish?

so i was in one of my "moods" when i happened to think up this phrase "mi corazón siente hinchado pero vacío"... it made me wonder if i should start writing poetry in spanish as well... or a weird hybrid of spanglish... i dunno but a poem about how i ended up so immersed in Latino (most mexican and puetro rican) issues and language might make an interesting poem... we'll see.

plus it will be a welcome break from writing about how depressed and lonely i am

Underfed

Starving for non-obligated touch, something like a brazenly unashamed caress. Something that shows me Im wanted, but in my life, dreams remain where they are. Waking up to the rain is what I have to look forward to