You up? I know damn well I shouldn’t be And in those few seconds Where I’m deciding If I am or not I know you know all too well That I am Otherwise you would never ask You cast the line out Just to see if I nibble When you know I will So I … Continue reading Middle Of The Morning
I want to start a collection of poems. I guess it would be a series. Either way they would be similar to Satisfaction, a poem where I personified the word. I have a tendency to give feelings/emotions human attributes, and I figured it may be cool to create a series. Something I've never done before.
I’ve been thinking about starting a series of poems to go along with my poem Satisfaction. I have a tendency to personify words and it might be cool to create a bunch of living emotions who have thoughts and feelings.
Is it you? Or is it you? I’m not saying it’s not me...buuuuutttt it’s not me. Like I’m 26. I wasn’t into cutesy crap and being flirty when I was 16 and I’m damn sure not now. It’s already awkward enough for you to call me a pet name in the first couple of days … Continue reading RANTINGGGG!?
Though I acknowledge it, the color of your skin has never mattered to me... ...but the fact that you cook WAY more than I do does... ...though not for me...yet... ...hopefully.
Tomorrow after work, while I do my pedicure, I was thinking about going through each of my followers posts and pages to check out some of this great content.
The name was actually an error on my part and then it just kind of stuck. Studying the rocket science of my love I looked at the topography below Maybe it was too ambitious Lost on a journey No legend, no key A bit too much natural on the artificial side My landscape must have … Continue reading It’s Not Science Rocket
This is just too much. Entertaining people for this long just to make them like you. Putting on your best parts of your personality to showcase the you in a new light. All for the affection of a stranger. It's tiring at times...but then I realized that it's not. It's just tiring with the wrong … Continue reading Just A Rant
I was very nervous to post this, but I realized this is the place to share it. This is a place where I can just be creative and hopefully entice people enough to read my work. This one in particular was from a dream. I dreamt of a bayou-esque setting and a girl who longed … Continue reading Short Story #1 of Who Knows
I've wrote countless letters. Seemingly meaningless letters to you. Ones counting the days. Ones counting the hours. Ones counting minutes. Ones counting the ways. Yet, they never come to you. They've never seen your face. They've never heard your voice. They're left to wonder who and exactly what are they in ode to. A hiding … Continue reading Letters To You