When I was fifteen, I thought that love had wings. When I was twenty, I found out it had chains ( Read more... )

What can I do? But love myself, be myself and eventually learn that nothing is worth relying on but myself. What can I do? Take down posters of the idols of my mind, relocate the stars in my eyes, fade the images that pollute my thoughts. What can I do? But love myself. I am the only being who will fully receive my own love the way that I need it ( Read more... )

Those feelings filled me to the brim- the way water boils right before it spills onto a canvas that seems blank. The canvas continues to appear blank, no matter how soaked it is. Then, one day, it falters, and water soaks right through the core of it. I felt it churn down in the deepest parts of me, renewing soil I had not cultivated in years. The ( Read more... )

And what a fool, to think your eyes could read mine. Within the lines of eternity, they floated side by side, but only akin to what they had to say, the second the minute read the time. I have been waiting, with fingertips caressing the insides of my palms, wearing moods on my sleeves as to better portray my fears. Your blue, your blue, your ( Read more... )

We are not getting much younger, with these bright lights overhead. We are not getting more youthful, with these soft tunes in our head. Everyday is but a nightmare towards what will one day be the end. The end of everything, not only of our span. And your face is so far away, I can't reach it with my hands. It's across such a wide ocean, within ( Read more... )

When I was the bud of the rose ( Read more... )

Coffee. Lots of it. The black substance that sometimes seems to have qualities close to that of black magic. Quantities that aren't fathomable because they would surely send the winged and fluttering mind out of its prison of a skull. But instead, the mind stays fixed sometimes feeling stapled to walls of what anatomy will call correct. Your dirty ( Read more... )

Loneliness plagues the core of my body. How I wish I had a hand constant on my cheek, reminding me which colors to turn with each day of the week. I wonder where the feeling goes. Does it fleet or rather let itself grow inside of you like a plant with too much water in its roots. I don't want to make it expand but it constantly explodes. time by ( Read more... )

figuring out life right now is like figuring out an impossible jigsaw puzzle. such a pain in the ass.

There is a strange allure to living forever. Whether it is the mere possibility of everlasting youth or the constant chance of embarking on an endeavor that may have never happened in a restricting time frame, I have been pondering the entrancing world of eternity for the past two weeks. There has been quite a revival with the vampire craze in pop ( Read more... )