You tell me I am like the flowers You kiss before you sleep.
That I am the waves That the dolphins seek
But you my dear yearn For my body like Captain navigating his ship.
Yet I learned you
Hate to ki...
I`ve been waiting for so long I`ve been praying on my own to departure far away to forget you one day to erase my feelings for you to be with somebody new to be able to live with myself no to be someo...
Old roads I want to retake even though I know it's a mistake not confirming with what I have
or a fear of regret missed opportunity
you never know where it might have led
broken pieces I should have t...
Daylight floods her room.
She sits, silent, glancing about.
Spotting treasured possessions.
She sipped her now cold tea. Peering over the rim of her cup.
She spots her collection of
Edna St. Vincent M...
Why do you chose, always, the hardest way?
The most difficult path?
Is it because you find it challenging?
In an alarming sense, it just all seems so maddening.
You have determined that you don't need...
They sat at that grave for way too long. There, neither of them belonged. Was it denial? Could they not smell the rotting vile? Was it too hard to declare it deceased? I wanted for both of them their ...
I'd gladly give you my heart if it means I'd feel no more pain. My heart is no longer vibrant rich of red color it's as black as coal. For the longest time, I'd give my heart away thinking I'd receive...
Doesn't mean things don't hurt
We aren't open, we aren't friends with benefits
We are together
Together as one
Two hearts connected
Holding hands isn't just a comfort,
It's a connect...
Dear one, is it true? Have I never told you? Did I not? I meant to. If you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky one.
Because I don’t think I’ve breathed since I pulled away from your lips the last tim...
I remember the beginning
Getting lost in each other's eyes
For seconds or hours
It did not make a difference
We were home
Where did that go?
What the fuck happened?
How was that wrong?
How did we let ...
I've seen some cold nights and bloody days They use me as a project; child's play so I sing this song to this day When I was young I was rarely bitter, Until they labeled me killer, that's why I'm now...
I search for pieces of you in everything I do
My memories never let me forget you
Why oh why
Do I hold on so tight?
When you were never really mine
I miss you when I drive
I miss you when I lay down a...
Through my eyes... ... ... I can see what you cannot. You bottle up what you should release free. You never spoke, you never opened up, you became a joke to me. For years you held your silent stance u...
She was neon orange... She was a sign made up of electric twine... fused and melted together... from all the love she had to give... the love she rarely lived... ... ... but ... ... ... it built insid...
Potentiality is venomous it feeds uncertainty the unpredictable building a bond between your future and fatality a path to self-sabotage one that you so naively follow
mistaking it for salvation as di...
summer dreams running to the sea Her laughs makes me high
Make me remember my eyes Make me remember I slept behind clouds to see you lying in front of them
My rational reason To be calm Let t...
This prose is written in memory of Brittany Locke. She passed away peacefully on Tuesday, October 30th, 2018. Beloved.
I grew up on this street. I stand here as the memories still haunt me. We used to...
Your presence brings life.
Daily, I open my eyes to darkness. Blinded by failures and insecurities, yet when you illuminate, all shades of grey fade away. Heaviness lifted away like a date gone bad, a...