mystified by early mornings,i riseto the vast lonely airvisiting my room thattickles my ear,with her soft whispers of"look outside" and as ipeer out my window,i see nothing except-eyes; searching for what i had wished to see. leaving it behind,i run-embarrassed,by my eagerness,to find- yet i feel hercaress my neckasking me to trycalling for you,only for … Continue reading the feeling of joy
i've found myself yearning for more than i have,but i think,its already passed me- as though it were the wind, from when i was a childdeeply afraidof what would happen tomorrow,that came,to shiver,and escape my tightening embrace. prickling my skin,as i run my nails,across,trying to soothe,an itch. i want more than i can fathom,more than … Continue reading musings from this silly heart of mine.
There are days that can go by, Things you forget, And even though the guilt is overwhelming, Believe that it is for the best. They can never die, The memory of their existence will never fade, But honey, Give yourself some leeway. You've got a life to live, A life to enjoy, A life to … Continue reading Goodbye.
to the boy i love too much, too little, thank you for listening and thinking and talking on days I wish the world would just stop. for wondering if my heavy heart was feeling lighter, for knowing my heavy heart will one day become lighter. you talk to me like we've known each other in … Continue reading To the boy.
to act on our choices, would be simpler if we recognized, just that.
Hope. It is what moves us forward, in our lives. It is both peril and protector. It teaches us to lift our heads up for the next day, only to remind us that we should never rely on it alone. But lately, it's influence is waning, its power seeping away in slow, ebbing waves. The … Continue reading Hell All Along by F Society
Hypocrite; every single one of us. Things we say, We do, We don't We are. Context; Important. Yet sometimes context is just - that person is a stranger and this is my friend and I know my friend, my friend would never, but that stranger is someone else's friend and if their friends say no … Continue reading me too.
Something deep inside me, Kept hidden all this time. Uncouth, Unclean, And indifferent to the rest of my mind.
you were a prince looking for a princess, i was a mess looking for a fix. utopian values meet self-destructive, only in an abyss.
the scars the silence the hands around my throat the secrets the screams the walls that watched me revolt the smoke the sorrow the darkness that began to reproach the alien that ended with the girl that broke.