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garden

I miss summer ❤ Autumn is a lovely time but there is something so special about the lush radiance of summer.

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Poetry

i concede…

no greater need than to see that smile wiped off that pretty face... i concede to these emotions, these feelings that crawl up my throat and demand to be let out... i reform to be better, do better through you. you will be my canvas; your pain the paint, the horror stamped on your face,… Continue reading i concede…

Poetry

i am ready to start over

ive finally found clarity... this new, alien feeling, i will treat it as if is it was a fledging tree. i will be tender with its root and I will sit back and watch with unparalleled awe at what i accomplished. green-thumb, green eyes darken to a lovely amber, i am ready to start over… Continue reading i am ready to start over

Poetry

stuck in the past

i think you are still stuck in the past; trapped in an endless sleep cycle of should have’s and maybe’s. it’s a treacherous thing, to fall asleep lonely; waking up facing the left side and your heart grumbling as if it’s hungry. but as of lately, instead of facing reality, you close your eyes and… Continue reading stuck in the past

Poetry

plight

heavy with words, but light from plight, dash away the tears because everything will eventually be set right. a rib cage cracked open, woven fingers and slices that taste like dizzy wine, bite down and scream. eternity bleeds from your eyes, immortal, the earth is your kingdom. command the clouds to weep. the earth to… Continue reading plight

Poetry

maybe if i

maybe if i lived in a city where leaves never expire and the waters tremble and sigh, maybe i would always find solstice knowing that every day will be the same. paradise should sound appealing but isn’t strife what births my creative might? would i be able to write so hauntingly, so real, so open… Continue reading maybe if i

Poetry

i just

i’ve stopped dreaming about/ looking out for you in the crowd. the clouds; i don’t count the stars between us anymore; i just count, i just dream, i just aspire to become greater things without being entangled. you were a distraction-unhealthy and throbbing like a poison; ive found other passions, other men who know how… Continue reading i just

Poetry, writing

obsolete

how did i find the 
strength to be used 
by you? wounded 
by a cycle that
 refuses to break,
i gave you a chance, 
no wait, three. three chances 
to prove that you were 
worthy of me. liar. 
you are now obsolete. 
what’s more tragic, that 
i forgave you or i 
expected you to reach 
up… Continue reading obsolete

Poetry

you never forgave me

it’s a pity that you
 never forgave me;
i threw you off, in 
the beginning. a lovely 
girl who shines even when 
it rains. you never met 
a girl who could unearth
 you, strip common sense 
from underneath your feet 
with only with her gaze. you 
loathed me, were jealous of me even.
 you never knew… Continue reading you never forgave me

Poetry, Romantic

me without you

there is no me without you;
 my dreams have always been
 about you; anointed, i am 
dizzy, i fall asleep with a smile 
on my face. reluctant, i wake up
 angry because i was ripped 
away from you; your embrace 
is all i need. tangible quandaries 
disappear and words like i 
love remain corporeal. you… Continue reading me without you