I become so careless ( Read more... )

I've wanted nothing more but a hand and heart, and the past as greeted me with cold shoulders and false hopes ( Read more... )

I've developed my form of writing to not lead into specifics, but in this case I don't feel the need to be that way.
Adam.
You may know what I'm talking about when you hear that name, if not...
he was in a deathly car accident on Saturday January 27th.
"Did you hear what happened to Adam last night?"
"What?"
"Adam was ki..."
My ability to listen ( Read more... )

I'm so proud of myself for accomplishments thus far ( Read more... )

I wish I could de-attach my eyes and trade for yours. You'd uncover the hope you're missing, and I'd find the answers still hiding.
We love you to death but...I wish it was so easy to say everything we've ever felt towards each other ( Read more... )

P.S. I don't ask for your negativity
&& none of my writing are poems.
It's just journaling in a different way that isn't direct because I don't find any fun in that.
Not to mention, I have no intention on sitting here revealing people's flaws to the entire world.
I write with mature intent to describe in an artistic way how I think and feel.

I almost think it’s possible to believe nothing comes easier than your affection if one is to give up a little attention. It must have been your eyes, because I know it wasn’t your clever lines ( Read more... )

As we're getting so close to the next year I can't help but think about the last ( Read more... )

I had so much to say, but my soaked mind has become arid.
Writers block, or has somebody found a way to shut me up?

Lions ate my heart in August.
Bears cuddled with me in October.
Tigers decieved me again in November.
December...have I reached my destination?

There's this mold ( Read more... )