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…
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
While riding in the car and listening to music that didn’t understand me, I noticed that there were no stars, and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means something. We pull...
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
Once I asked a past love “Why is it that the ones I love a… and instead of feeding me all the typical
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
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 thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me
You want me, you’ve made that very clear. But that’s not enough for me. I don’t want lust, I want love. Do you love me?
Flowers bloomed on my fingertips w… Now, when I look at my hands all… And knowing there’s a chance that… And I don’t know how to tell you… But I’m scared that if you choose…
I stayed in bed until 1:30 pm toda… because when my blanket is wrapped around me, it’s easier to pretend that you are, too.