I’m confusing to the public, regardless of the time, place, or lens through which I am viewed. Smartphone cameras consider my face as a smudge, so at least I can avoid being tagged in pictures posted to social media. But if you don’t exist on Facebook, are you even real? Without my opinions being expressed … Continue reading “For all of the negative emotions I’ve built up in my veins, I’m still an empty, transparent mistake…”
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 love the sound of a car door opening, and the taste of orange juice after I brush my teeth. I’m a big fan of Indie YouTube musicians, and I can sing along with any Disney movie. I chug entire cans of Coke because I enjoy the tingling sensation it creates in the back of … Continue reading “I’m awkward, but only when it comes to the things that matter most, like not hurting myself, or laughing at the new scars I don’t remember making.”
She touches you with two hands, And she cradles you in a lover's whisper. She outlines your face in her right; Slow motions, etching into the tips of her fingers The curves you never knew you had. Her left makes its way toward your ear, And the fire starts in your blushing cheeks, Burning … Continue reading If ever I find myself falling in love again, I hope it comes as one big wave; I’m tired of drowning slowly in sweet nothings.
My body lies still in sleep, unlike my insecure soul. My dreams carry weight; they are the leaves after the autumn downpour, so common nobody stops to stare, but to each tree it feels like a lead weight just shifted onto the branches, making each leaf cry out in turn: “It’s now the time for … Continue reading It’s not so simple, black and white and shades of gray. We exist as light, and can be bent to reflect the colors of the heavens themselves, at least in the right persons eyes.