Sweet Reprise | Song

If I kill you every time why do you keep on coming back? I thought you were smart enough to not do something like that If I have to end your life every time then why do you keep on coming back? I thought you knew I wasn’t strong enough to handle something like that…

Writing 100+ Pages in 30 Days! | Saturday Ramblings

Happy Saturday! I took a break from posting on my blog, but it was all for good reason, I promise. I came up with a new story idea in the start of the summer, and it completely consumed me. I was sick of thinking about it, having all the different strings of plot points and…

Fully Grown | Song Verse

Now I’m on my own Now I’m fully grown Never thought I would be What you need me to be And, no, I’m not alone But it feels that way Never thought it would matter As much as it does– But it always does I breathe in the air And know this is all meant…

By My Side | Poem

I don’t have a lot of things in my life, because you hold enough power to fulfill me a million times. I don’t have a lot of people in my heart, because you take up too much space, and I still fall apart. I could have anyone, anyone else; I could make anything, anything work–…

comfort in fear | saturday prose

comfort in the nothingness piece ~ It is in the sleepiness of stillness in the unwinding of the night, that we are most perceptible to the shattering reality of discomfort. ~ Footsteps drag themselves through leaves outside my window, and rather than only drawing nearer, they move in some languid orbit. It is in this…

immunity/deception

Passive aggressive, a little possessive, but you’re too cute, too sweet and everyone treats you so mean. So when my dear friend accused you of r@%e, I had no choice but to scoff and wave the accusations away, because what mean thing could a boy with a baby face, chipmunk cheeks, and a knee brace…

memory

“According to a recent study, just as you can’t step in the same river twice, your memories are changed by the act of recalling them, meaning that every memory we have is colored by the times we’ve recollected it before… recalling a memory more often makes that memory less accurate, and that every time you take…

Fraud

antithesis piece to this ~ I’m a fraud in my own skin I’m afraid of my own skin I’m afraid they don’t like me I’m afraid I don’t like me I look out the window And I see my body flying high over the rooftops “Wish you weren’t so silly Wish you were as pretty…

Missing Mornings Reprise | Poem

I go to bed at night and sleep until the afternoon Always missing the sun when it’s birthed and new I keep sleeping through the day and I’m yearning for more I’m missing mornings I’m missing time in gaps and spaces My life is a blip, memories getting shipped away to another galaxy– I’m missing…

Saturday Storm | Poem

Raindrops sound like knives leaves pile up and worms wriggle free, thrive, in the storm I sleep, I survive ~Sammicakes