About philoking


A small girl with wicked emotions. Most of which I'll share right here. I like to write prose about my general pseudo-intellectual musings and poems about love and hate. My writing can be a bit sad, a bit angry, and a bit abrasive. You'll like it. Probably.

New York, United States
Local Time:
16 May 2021 19:53
Writing, Activism, Drawing, Theorizing
Favorite Books:
Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs - Chuck Klosterman
The Communist Manifesto - Marx and Engels
Favorite Authors:
Chuck. Klosterman. Forever.
Favorite Movies:
Spaceballs, Scream, American Psycho, Scott Pilgrim vs The World ... Basquiat, La Haine ... so many movies... too many to type all of them!
Favourite TV Shows:
The Office, The L Word, Good Eats (!!!!!!) .... Honestly any and ALL cooking shows.
Favorite Music:
Grateful for Dad's vinyl collection: Eric Clapton, Creedance Clearwater Revival, Talking Heads

Also love myself some indie punk, non-denominational emo (The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die, Pity Sex)


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Topic: Three Word Story
Posted: 02 May 2016 11:21

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Who will I be?

I'm haunted by this notion that one day, in the future, I will no longer care about the things I do now. I'm passionate and obsessive, I think about thoughts and muse about musings whenever I can. Sometimes I over-think. Sometimes I get really obsessive. But I care about things. I care about social justice. I care about the environment, I want to make changes and I believe in my ideals...

Added 06 May 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 838 | 3 Comments

Crimson Stain

Allay me of my palette, this crimson range of stain. It plagues my heart and taints my art with memories...

Added 05 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 777 | 1 Comment

Lay Not On That Sheet

Lay not on that sheet for the memories that lie within press tender on your sores. Lay not on that sheet as the pages close upon us and our toil draws a blank. Lay not on that sheet. It is not wise in the least to tempt what’s held in thread....

Added 04 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 766

4 Poems In 1 Compact Bundle

Stop the Waterf a L L. It Trickles Down My Spine And Lets Me Know You Are Not Mine You Make Me Melt You Make Me Sweat The Birthday Candle To My Cigarette The Water Balloon  To My Underground Tunnel I Feel Your Chill In The Caverns Of My Head And To My Head You Lend Some Bitterness, Resent But Also Some Obsession My Altarpiece, Ghent Waves Of Glamour Waves...

Added 03 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 698

Life After You;

Gently, I awake to the whistle of the wind. I let out a quick sigh as I lift one eyelid, then immediately close it with neglect for time. For a brief moment, my head is silent, but the next my mind is inundated with emotions and obligations and you. I pull the covers over my head, as if this simple cloak will shield my psyche from unpleasant thoughts. But alas, the unpleasantness cycles...

Added 02 May 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 894 | 4 Comments

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