Posts Tagged: Thoughts
Tiny letter
I haven’t written anything in over a year. I haven’t written anything that I wanted to write in over two years. The reason for that is college. I decided to get a degree in creative writing (it would be my
Tiny letter
I haven’t written anything in over a year. I haven’t written anything that I wanted to write in over two years. The reason for that is college. I decided to get a degree in creative writing (it would be my
On losing your keys (May 8th 2014)
I woke up on the wrong side of myself today. As I lay in bed waiting for the internet technicians to arrive, several thoughts occurred to me. Why is it that when we meet someone new and want to be
On losing your keys (May 8th 2014)
I woke up on the wrong side of myself today. As I lay in bed waiting for the internet technicians to arrive, several thoughts occurred to me. Why is it that when we meet someone new and want to be
Nights aren’t made for sleep
Nights aren’t made for sleep. If you can’t sleep at night, then don’t sleep. There’s no such thing as insomnia. Insomnia is not being able to sleep at a time when people think you should be sleeping. Do whatever you
Nights aren’t made for sleep
Nights aren’t made for sleep. If you can’t sleep at night, then don’t sleep. There’s no such thing as insomnia. Insomnia is not being able to sleep at a time when people think you should be sleeping. Do whatever you
Audit
I was a happier person last year I see that now, looking back That’s not to say that I’m not happy now But this year, reality hit me And she hit hard
Banister
Just when I thought I had a grip on life I tripped I lost my footing Slowly falling back down the stairs Wondering how far I’ve come Wondering how much it’s going to hurt
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
October
You come to me, your Jesus, With legs spread, begging. Sitting there, nude, as an Unravelled mystery. But, I am your shackles. Holding You down, stroking your Conscience. Your thoughts Drip onto my tongue. You Cry out that you cannot
October
You come to me, your Jesus, With legs spread, begging. Sitting there, nude, as an Unravelled mystery. But, I am your shackles. Holding You down, stroking your Conscience. Your thoughts Drip onto my tongue. You Cry out that you cannot
Diana
I want to feel you in my mouth As my tongue wraps around yours Stirring up a storm in my head
There is no cure for crying
I can picture you Sitting there all bundled up in your favorite sweater The sleeves swallowing your hands You’re cozy Sitting there in my head, amidst my thoughts You’re like a child discovering new wonders Each word stares at you
There is no cure for crying
I can picture you Sitting there all bundled up in your favorite sweater The sleeves swallowing your hands You’re cozy Sitting there in my head, amidst my thoughts You’re like a child discovering new wonders Each word stares at you
LITTLE TALKS 