February 2012
2 posts
I always ask the question when?
When will I find the one?
When will we fall in love?
When will I get married?
When will I have kids?
But really, if all if it were to happen right now, what would I feel there is left to be done? Life would be lackluster. I’d live a mundane schedule.
I can wait. I can be young.
…and he wants to be a pastor!?
#inlove
December 2011
1 post
I want you to sit me down and scream at me. tell me that what I did was wrong and that it hurt. I want you to shake me senseless…until I get it. until I allow myself to let someone in… romantically…spiritually…emotionally.
No one as close to perfection as you deserves what I did to you. I loved the way you looked at me; the way you made me feel; how you treated me. I wish...
November 2011
1 post
Being alone, for three day, in my room with a pack of cigarettes, music, and some incense right now sounds like magic.
May 2011
1 post
I am laying in the air, drifting downwards.
I ask that you do not catch me, for if you do, I may never break away.
You may feel the heaviness of my limp body,
or recognize the slow and steady breath that maintains the serenity.
when the gravity arrives, you may try to set me down gently;
however it will only feel as if I slipped off the third-story window pane.
I do not know how...
April 2011
1 post
i wish i could just say how i feel all the time and not worry about what kind of reaction or judgement back. because knowing that i expressed how i feel with out a care in the world would make life so much easier.
i hold so much inside.
March 2011
2 posts
My life is drifting away from what is was gravitating towards.
It is moving towards the light, the truth.
I am focusing now on not what I was becoming,
but the purest form of me.
I am backing away from what is deathly for me,
and gliding towards bliss.
All this being said, I still miss you,
and I still wish the best for you.
February 2011
5 posts
He stands there
his hand is stretched out
and she curls up in the round surface.
As he turns his hand palm face down,
she clings to his fingers,
fighting to remain close.
She falls to the ground and he walks away.
Violently chasing after him,
her lungs collapsing and her breath getting lost even more with every sprint,
she starts to weep.
Her body is damp with salty moistness.
...
Maybe I have just been building up the content in my thoughts this whole time…
Maybe it really has never been anything…
Maybe the words were ultimately shallow…
Maybe the blushed glances at me were full of lies and deceptions..
Maybe the shared smiles were only authentic from one side…
Maybe every touch had too much of a purpose…
Maybe every confession really...
You are the skin and the veins,
the bold pain and the concern.
You are the antidote on a gloomy day
and the lingering smell of the cigarette.
You are the sweet feeling of the rain
and the serene nerves suddenly in shock.
However, you are not the narrator of the story.
the embers on the floor,
or the consistency of inconsistency.
And you are certainly not the passing trend.
There is...
Have you ever thought about fading away
together
into the abyss?
Melting into each other’s arms
under the deep blue sky
as the stars wink at us
recognizing our love.
You and me…me and you.
Odd but could it be?
Consumed. Suffocate. She is left breathless.
Limp, lying on the side of the road.
Her life is deteriorating before her eyes.
Broken.