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!?
*Sigh* Where do I even start... "Me Forgetting You" is an ode to all the ways I've attempted to forget a person who was, well has been a huge part of my life. More than ten years. I couldn't remove someone with that much intel and experience even if I (or the Men in Black) … Continue reading History Behind “Me Forgetting You”
If you've seen some of my posts, you know that expressing emotion was and sometimes continues to be difficult for me. Anger is one emotion I had no control over...or shall I say one that I didn't care if I had control over. On top anger, there were a plethora of different emotions that we … Continue reading History Behind “S.O.S.: Save OurSelves”
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.
Those times we talked about the future...were they meant to keep us afloat while time passed?
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
If I liked you first, does that offer me any extra rights than the person who came in a close second?
It may be harder than I thought To talk to you and not talk to you Then those times I have to catch myself Because I'm staring when I shouldn't be But the energy alone is the reason I can't I can't stop vibing, connecting When you're something I want It's just what my soul … Continue reading Crushing Time
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