un•plugged; currently taking time to find inspiration; where will life take me next— what adventures await for me after my final transformation? summer, a time for self-discovery and ice cream cones melting; i won’t pick up a pen again if it doesn’t sounds authentic. its time to revel in L I F E and stop… Continue reading un•plugged
grasping hands, woven fingers hovering over my head, please pray for more than summers without rain... https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx2pvJhFMCM/
I miss summer ❤ Autumn is a lovely time but there is something so special about the lush radiance of summer.
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…
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
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
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
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
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
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
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