Inspired by your thoughts enchanted by your actions my life is meaningless if you live with no satisfaction Every day I wait for you sitting amongst the flowers in the meadow to come up from the hill and pull me into you, tell me it’s time to go And on days where you take too…
Tag: poem
The Disgusting Result and Consequence of Low Standards and Horrific Representations of Love
complimentary piece: coppice Of all the love I have seen in this world, the man I see has been deprived of it in its entirety, devoid of its presence, denouncing proudly of its futility. Misanthropic would be generous to describe it, as I had one thought to say to him. but thought better of it:…
perception
one liner wednesday I check the clock just as much as I check my body, because I conceive myself as much as I try to perceive time. ~Sammicakes
coppice | poem
Hands have no trouble holding the hilt of the weapon which ensures their destruction– yet they begin to tremble when accused of their own destructive nature. Lips kiss the chrysanthemums and forget-me-nots for forever, or until their saliva-drenched state quenches their selfish, sloppy temper. Hearts construct high, guarded castles of ash and black bark, concealing…
The Colors I Can’t See | Stream of Consciousness Saturday
There’s no point in having envy for the things that can see more than me. My foresight is barely greater than the common deer, because in the vastness of the universe I know nothing. The shrimp can see colors I cannot fathom–but I have no hatred for them, no burning jealousy or envy that would…
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…
