Do you love me now Can you love me, now I am not, but I am I see your pondering mind When I bring it up again and again You look away Your lips fall silent You have nothing to say Because you’ve said it all before This is me I so desperately Need you … Continue reading Rain on Me – January 28, 2020
Tag: writings
Whispers – February 4, 2020
Listening to time Whisper through love You let me go Before you left me The gift Was knowing I’d be ok
Writing – February 5, 2020
Writing my feelings, Or are my feelings writing me?
High Strung Mess – July 13, 2020
Anxiety rolls in A bottomless pit Takes over All the moments Hit at the same exact time Unfold Untwist Move Please, move. A jolt of something Zings down your arm Closing your eyes Clinging to the one thought You seek and grab As a million shooting stars fly by Every single Touch, Emotion, Blaring. Volume … Continue reading High Strung Mess – July 13, 2020
Tongue Tied – August 21, 2019
There are so many words Jumbled everywhere Stuck in my knotted hair Awaiting a chance Just one will do To come out At you
Grey Matter – January 31, 2020
The grey sky Is blank Covering my mood Shaken to the core Who am I Lost in the obsolete Waiting past the due date The buzzer rings The light sings And for a split second I am awake Long enough to notice The grey Swallowing everything
Heartcries – January 20, 2020
Blood, My blood. All this blood. Why is it still dripping?
Talking to you…A real big mind fuck 1/30/20
I just realized, yeah that’s right, exactly right now. It’s not about what my mom wants anymore Actually, that should have stopped along time ago I have been trying to be the person I thought she wanted me to be My entire life. I wanted her to be proud I tried to live up to … Continue reading Talking to you…A real big mind fuck 1/30/20
Still, I Cannot Breathe – January 29, 2020
Nobody And nothing Surrounds me Still, I cannot breathe
Spaced Out – January 26, 2020
I don’t know And I don’t know Why oh why Don’t I know Sitting and thinking Thinking and sitting Staring into space What a peculiar place
Tendrils of Credence – January 23, 2020
Bubbles of ice Stretching As far as the temperature Drops, Leaving nothing untouched And Accepting its reach.
Take Heed – January 22, 2020
I try to explain The direness Of it all My head Falls Softly to my chest The tears Can’t help But roll away Your lack of life Halts the ability To take in What I am floating And I worry Because This Is all we have
Brokenheartedness – January 22, 2020
I lay down my head My heart breaks ~~~ I open my eyes My heart breaks ~~~ There is not an inkling of time That traipses by ~~~ My heart doesn’t break
Heartrise
Feeling a little numb. Not sure if it’s the weather...
Echo – January 17, 2020
I wonder Every moment Of everyday When you Will come to me
From the Skies – January 16, 2020
Your role is as clear As the mountain stream. I look at my reflection, And she stares back. Her own heart is dropping From the skies.
Talking to you…1/15/20
PARTS AND PIECES Boggle As I remember, I was at the kitchen table with the boggle box in front of me. I lifted the lid as the suction held on and slowly released. I had it all set up in no time. My mom and I loved word games, we were going to play. As … Continue reading Talking to you…1/15/20
By a Thread – January 14, 2020
You surely remember You died that day too I think in a way we all did But life went on And here I am Trying to remember The things put down Only if I knew How impossible it would be To pick them back up. Yes, I’m sad she is gone But that is not … Continue reading By a Thread – January 14, 2020
Never Alone – January 9, 2020
Feel me Graze your skin, And know that I am here. ~~~ Feel me Slide down your neck, And know that I am still here. ~~~ Feel me Jump in your throat, And know that I am here. ~~~ Feel me Come from behind The tiny hairs Everywhere Raise up To remind you I am … Continue reading Never Alone – January 9, 2020
Talking to you…I Am no writer 1/10/20
I am no writer, but I write. I write and I write, I spill every morsel for something, for some reason, for someone. There is nothing that’s stopping me or making me continue. I’ve tapped into something that makes no sense. But still, I listen, and I do. At this point, organized thoughts bring me … Continue reading Talking to you…I Am no writer 1/10/20
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