Posts Tagged: Heart

An interview with melancholy

I feel numb. It happens after each moment of intense joy. It’s the gaps, the pauses, and the silences. What you feel is longing. You long for someone to share these moments with. Someone who would understand and comprehend your

An interview with melancholy

I feel numb. It happens after each moment of intense joy. It’s the gaps, the pauses, and the silences. What you feel is longing. You long for someone to share these moments with. Someone who would understand and comprehend your

Same old song

I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain.  It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle.  Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you.  As writers, we do not envision something new.  We

Same old song

I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain.  It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle.  Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you.  As writers, we do not envision something new.  We

My love is a blues guitar

Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune

My love is a blues guitar

Pop the latches Open up my chest Dust me off and Tune my broken heart Strum your fingers Along my ribcage And maybe Just maybe I’ll play you a tune

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

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

And all because the way you say my name is different

I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise

And all because the way you say my name is different

I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise