Category Archives: Feelings

Read all about it

I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home.  I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs.  I can’t read

Read all about it

I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home.  I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs.  I can’t read

Love = (You x Me)^2

I think that you can define love.  You can define it by not defining it.  You just describe everything that’s linked to it.  Love is that person whom you want to wake up to.  The one you lie next to

Love = (You x Me)^2

I think that you can define love.  You can define it by not defining it.  You just describe everything that’s linked to it.  Love is that person whom you want to wake up to.  The one you lie next to

PTSD

My heart physically hurts I feel the ache in my chest It greets me in the morning and puts me to bed at night I try to sleep, to escape the pain But my head just won’t shut up It’s

PTSD

My heart physically hurts I feel the ache in my chest It greets me in the morning and puts me to bed at night I try to sleep, to escape the pain But my head just won’t shut up It’s

What’s the rush? What’s the rush, well…

You know it’s love when you can see a future with them. You just get that tingly feeling. And goddamn if you aren’t mapping out that future right now; what you want to do next week. What you want to

What’s the rush? What’s the rush, well…

You know it’s love when you can see a future with them. You just get that tingly feeling. And goddamn if you aren’t mapping out that future right now; what you want to do next week. What you want to

4×6 or A4?

A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the

4×6 or A4?

A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the

A sketch with words

I see the guys that talk to you And I see the ones that you talk to I don’t think you see me I’m the one in the back with his head in his Moleskine We’ll say that I’m sketching

A sketch with words

I see the guys that talk to you And I see the ones that you talk to I don’t think you see me I’m the one in the back with his head in his Moleskine We’ll say that I’m sketching

Time is not kind to the heartbroken

I lay in bed at night, hugging my pillow And I picture that it’s someone hugging me back I count the days which turn into months which feel like years Time is not kind to the heartbroken

Time is not kind to the heartbroken

I lay in bed at night, hugging my pillow And I picture that it’s someone hugging me back I count the days which turn into months which feel like years Time is not kind to the heartbroken