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
Is it really necessary to put in the effort of going against the current or is it best to follow the flow? I mean after you swim against it for so long, at some point you'll get tired and be forced to go along, right? So, why not from the beginning? Why not save that … Continue reading (Not So) Random Obsessive Thought
There's always a sliver of light That I can never seem to reach Been traveling in this tunnel for so long Led by the only bit of life I can see The ground is dry and hard The pool of water is a puddle Registering cold and warm is hard Trying to feel anything has … Continue reading Sliver