Maybe it was was the 7 sleeping pi… but last night I woke up at 1:36… with the overwhelming feeling that… None of my attempts to stop the bu… Eventually,
elegant but chaotic, burdened with the weight of destruction, but stronger because of it. bright, beautiful, with so many shining colors all entangling in a perfect, mesmerizing patter...
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
These scars won’t come off no matt… Unlike dirt or mud, that simply disappear with a bit o… this filth that covers my skin is… A kind that is not so easily remov…
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
Being a poet is not simply being g… It is much more than that. Writing poetry is something that y… A poet is something that you are. We see the world not as a bunch of…
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
I am lost and confused I wonder what will become of me I hear laughter I see smiles I want to know how to be happy lik…
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.