For most of my life, I have had a skewed version of what love is. My relationship with love is complicated, at times, torturous. It would be simple to say I fall in love easily; I wear my heart on my sleeve and believe in the good of all people. But as I said, my…
This would describe my favorite rainy afternoon. Being able to awaken to the person you love each morning…hearing the soft rain, turn to thunder outside as well as inside. Tangled up in Messy sheets Clothes ripped Shredded and torn Lying scattered On the floor Wild passions Breaking silence Give me what I need Let’s leave…
She felt like a school girl with her first crush. Butterflies crashed around obnoxiously in her stomach. She silently scolded herself for being so dramatic, but to be fair she was flying high on drugs which wasn’t really part of her initial night’s plan. She had given in to the suggestions they made everything better…
She imagined the stars Were bright shiny hearts Blinking as they beat Having lived a good life Having been loved by And cherished by one Hearts that were once Empty lanterns waiting To be lit by someone Hearts that became stars To share with us The love that made them
Steps were heavy Growing heavier Taking more effort Making her slower A shaking began More of a tremor With each footfall Was a tidal wave Of fluid motion Her years kept her Clung to her bones And held her tight She was caught Underneath gravity Sink ing deeper Into the ground Becoming The ground
The night dances even though day We go from dark to light to dark again From waltzing to swaying to waltzing again Our steps paced evenly hand in hand We pay no mind to the flickering lights To the rolling of the hills outside our door Or the way the sky knocks heavily on…
We sat silent And content With eyes Still full of sleep Waiting for the bus The sky was still dark Like it usually is Because school Starts way too early And we listened As the wind Kicked up the leaves Newly crisp and dead From Fall’s bully breath They sounded Like skeletons Dancing On concrete Sidewalks And…
I hide in the corner Under cobwebs As demons swarm The summer night I watch them As they sing off key A sinister lullaby And steal fire From candlelight And like magic Other universes Appear in misty Shadows dancing On the lawn A final party In this final hour Has finally begun
I wrote this over 2 years ago. Life does continue on. Don’t stay in that old room with old memories for too long. Lot’s of new memories to be made! Coffins line eroded walls Like blackened bloody bricks And webs that spiders spun Have long ago lost their stick She is aware she is breathing…
Teeth Nash Grind Chip Fall away Toothless Grins Painted Strategically Carefully Painfully On surfaces Designed Inked Tattooed Over Emotionally Scarred And Broken Tissue
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