I think I enjoy the night Because it feels like The beginning of the end. I can use that darkness To find myself again. In the morning, it’s as if The broken bits of me Have become presentable, Even taking on the form Of avant garde art; A patched up soul, Center stitched heart, All … Continue reading I’m walking around without a destination in mind. I used to think that was a waste of my time, but now I know that I don’t need to have a specific goal so long as I keep moving forward.
Maybe you’re right, maybe I’ll never amount to anything. I might spend my entire life writing these poems and essays and novels and never get a single one published. It’s likely that the only people who will ever read my words are people who follow my tiny blog. I’ll never get paid for writing, and … Continue reading I have been spending my vacation reading through posts on WordPress, and I just want to say thank you to every author on this site. You are all amazing.
I’m not doing anything that should warrant such an extremely negative reaction from myself. I’m eating a sandwich while I finish up some work, but that last bite…it’s hard to explain, but that bite made me feel so hollow, that it was all I could do to keep myself from crying. I took that bite, … Continue reading “I can’t stop shaking, and I can’t change. I’m setting myself up with every chance at success, knowing I’m going to fuck it up.”
I am drawn to you, Like starlight to black nights, Or else the rough sea To a sailors dreams. If I am to continue, My darling, I do so From your spark It has ignited the tinder, Shaved from my chest, Giving rise to a heat, A roaring light. You’ve gifted me the Sun, And … Continue reading “Pain is unavoidable, and sooner or later everyone reaches a breaking point. It’s okay that you’re broken, because being broken means you can be fixed.”
We thought we were floating Amongst the clouds, But when our fingers Began to sink into Their white underbellies, We understood. The air was smoke, Born from a warmth We mistook as the sun. It was just another fire, Another wasted Spark of romance. It turns out love Can feel an awful lot … Continue reading I wanted to give you the love I thought you deserved, and everything else…I figured that was the price I had to pay… for thinking I also deserved my love…
I built you a home in my chest by clearing out everything that was useless. My skin was paper, so I cut it away into tiny shapes of cranes, and you smiled as my flightless birds floated on top of the bathwater. You watched them only long enough to see as they made their way … Continue reading “Doing nothing is something; it means accepting that falling apart is as normal for us as breathing.”
I was a kid, and you weren’t the adult I thought you were. I wanted to be cool, to be something more than what I was. You said you saw potential in me, and I wanted you to be right. You said you saw someone special, somebody who could be somebody. So, I let you … Continue reading “I wanted to feel your warmth, so I let you set me on fire. Now I am ash, and you don’t think you did anything wrong.”