I wonder what your face looks like in person. I mean, I've seen it, but it's a whole other thing in person. It's social cues, real eye contact, stolen glances. All of the things that hit different when you're face to face, not facetime to paused. It's subtlties and mannerisms that a picture could never … Continue reading (Not So) Random Obsessive Thought
I honestly don’t know how to name this Sitting, staring at a painting on the wall, I noticed the beauty of it hanging there. How gracefully, slanted the words were written and I thought: they look beautiful. Plastic canvas cover reused to create a flower laid upon the top entwined and beaded with beauty. Yet, … Continue reading …
I’ve always wondered if that’s specifically what Rant implied. It doesn’t bother me or make me upset in any kind of way. My friends are an acquired taste and I’m glad to see that there are people that they genuinely like and are interested in (because oh dear God they’re difficult, 😅😬 but then again … Continue reading Does Rant Imply It Bothers Me
How in the hell do you even group poems together to make a series on here? Or would it be a portfolio...hmmm
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 honestly don't even know what to type. It's so much going on in my head right now. It's a mixture of all type of things and to decide which one to focus on is just...overwhelming. So in the midst of wanting to rant, but not having the ability to rant coherently, I decided to … Continue reading Unfinished Rant
You know we'll never understand The thin line between See there's love and there's hate But in the middle There's a path, a fixture, a beam It's a place we're familiar with We know all too well A place where we don't intend to stay Then realize it's always been home We deviate from this … Continue reading Potent
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!?