It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
Notes rolling off of my fingers The right hand sings a soft melody… The richer undertones of the left… Flowing and melting in swirling ma… The quiet inner voice on the right…
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me