Writing is a way for me to compile memories, emotions, and feelings all into a neatly packaged piece of prose. What I write doesn't always reflect what I'm feeling as I write it, sometimes I just feel inspired by a memory that surfaces in my mind. I will never censor my writing because it might … Continue reading onward, I go
your face was a wild array of lights casting a shadow that seemed to highlight your lips that haunted me in the most alluring way.
There's always this gravitational pull when I see you. You're like this unbreakable magnet and every damn time I'm drawn to you. To this day I still can't fully explain it. I have theories though. For a long time I thought that it was because you and I were so alike, but as I got … Continue reading noose
Sometimes I don’t want to rhyme or focus on creating prose that sounds like a gentle lullaby. I don’t want to use cloaked words or phrases. This isn’t a poem, this isn’t meant to sound pretty or flow well. These are just my thoughts. I don’t sleep anymore. There are way too many things to … Continue reading just lazy writing
I feel like I'm a volume button. When the voices in your head get too loud or the static silence of your loneliness becomes unbearable you frantically hit the volume up button, using me to drown it out. You say that I'm your lighthouse, your guiding beacon. You say that I am the voice of … Continue reading et tu, brute?
I found this in my notes app so here it is!
I live my life in auto-pilot I wake up and it’s the same day Motions are always the same, Wake up, take a deep breath and hold it. Hold it all day even though my lungs ache. I feel like I am at the bottom of a ten-foot pool, everything around me moves slowly; Sound … Continue reading c’est la vie