Seeded into my nights, Your essence claims me; Hidden in my shadow, Your fists find purchase On peach shaded skin. When you feel yourself Losing your grip, Fingers morph into claws, Piercing my exposed flesh Until my moonlite profile Is brushed in heavy strokes Of ferric crimson.
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 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…
WordPress reminded me today that I have been blogging for exactly 1 year. I didn't think this blog would do that much. I didn't have any social media profiles back then, and I was alone. I figured my blog would get 0 followers and nobody would ever read a word I wrote. But as time … Continue reading I started this blog 1 year ago. At that time I hadn’t planned on still being around after 1 year, but the fact is I’m still alive, and that has to count for something.
I like shy, cherry boys, Who act sour, but really they’re sweet. They slowly creep around the corner And go speeding down the street I like those shy, cherry guys Who’s faces all turn red The second that they see a naked lady And never try to rush them to bed I’m a … Continue reading “Nothing can compare to the feeling of your kiss, the friction of our lips slowly burning the red out of my blood, leaving me drunk on your love.”
You did not take anything That I did not willingly give, So I cannot, will not, Place the blame on you. I thought I was empty, That nothing remained Outside of tattered love Where my heart used to be. But I was wrong. When nothing remains, When all I can claim Is the … Continue reading “I miss you, but that doesn’t mean I need you. I’m still worth something, even without you.”
Love is not blind. Love is a vision beyond our eyes. I can close my own And right in front of me Does my love appear. She is formed By all things; Her hair are wisps That lead lost souls Through dark woods. Her eyes are petals, Slow falling light Through a somber winter. Her … Continue reading You taught me the value in all things, so even if you’re gone, I can still find reasons to keep on living.
"He loves me." He shared with me his secrets, Hidden between kisses. I stockpiled every last one, Treating them like stained glass; I avoided touching them, But I loved watching the world Through his colorful view. ~He loves me not.~ He only ever looked at me Through a rainbow lens, And it leaves me … Continue reading He loves me; he loves me not.
That little light from your lampshade 