Focusing On Me"I had enough of being crossed by people. From this day forth I will be focusing on me."
I Care Too Much"The biggest mistake I have ever made is caring too much about others. At the end of the day, I always end up having my heart shoved back in my face..."
Keep Moving and Move On"Don't allow one negative experience stop you from enjoying and embracing positive experiences.Life happens...things happen...trials jumps in the way of our path.Never let it stop you.Learn from them and move on."
Voice"Sometimes I have to isolate myself in order to silence my mind.My inner voice is louder then my outer voice."
Strive"Don't strive to be like everyone else.Strive to better yourself."
Behind A Mask"Everyone hides behind a mask.Do not believe what you see online.At the end of the day we all have flaws we want to hide.So the question is...What are you trying to hide?"
Take Time"I have my moments where it feels like I am stuck in time.I have to remind myself that it is better to take my mind then to rush life."
Nothing To Say"Sometimes I simply have nothing to say.So I do not talk.So don't ask me why I am not speaking.I have nothing to say."
Opinion"If my opinion is not wanted, I will not give it."
EmbeddedI'm trying not to wake up with your mouth on my mind.Trying not to sit up with a jolt and a flashof vertigo because I'm not used to you not being hereto ground me.I'm trying.I'm trying to close my eyes without imagining yours.Trying to get back to sleep and not thinkabout how much easier that was when you were here.When I couldn't breathebecause the smell of you made my heart swollen and tense,when kissing your neck was an imperativenot an optionand I couldn't question the pleasure under your smile -- that smile - God I should have kissed that smile when I had the chance.Hands smooth sailing hips and waist, delving,digging, desperately tryingto break your lakely composure.A crack in the ice to tell me that I wasmore than convenientand I would have been lost...but I would have been lost in you.InsteadI find myself lying alonein a bed that reeks of regretbecause I touched, you closed your eyes, you sighed, I touched but damnit,we didn't kiss.So I'm
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Coffee Shop MemoirsPhilosophers thinkWe may dream our reality.With earphones attached liked IVsI dream my own melodic universe.Until someone laughs behind meAnd strikes up conversation with a friend.And in that moment they become my anchorAre they spinning through my dreamOr am I spinning through theirs?Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,And sometimes it all mixes togetherLike liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.When no one speaks to me for hoursI begin to wonderIs everyone dreaming a reality that includesThe whole café but me?The street outside the windowWith passing strangers, dogs and carsIs a whole new Milky WayWaiting to be discovered.But I am no space explorerAliens are beyond my reach.Whispers of the people aroundReach my ears distinctlyLike waves lapping on the shore.Words on paper go no wayTowards proving that I was ever hereMy identity is slowly condensedNot into the people who kno
tutorialtake an evening -reclassify emotions as chemical compounds.remove one atom,see what changes.take your field notes, transcribe themback to front.add line breaks.be scientific. be too scientific.replace the word 'entropy'with the word 'god'.be so full of want that you can feel itscraping its numb jaws against your insides.write about flowers instead.make your first line provocative.follow it, let it unfurl -ctrl a.del.inauthentic, try again.ctrl z.who the fuckwants authenticity?read, find inspiration.find new ways to plagiarize old ideas.stop reading.hash and rehash,slash and burn.look at the mess you've made.add punctuationas decoration.spend an hour flicking back and forth -capitalization.uncapitalization.write about family. if it hurts too little,write about flowers instead.use a word bank.cuss,kiss,switch,hit,shock,shatter,fade.write in the dark.write from within your own skull.write drunk.write your litanies.write your lines.write your
DaybreakI re-create my worldfrom what the moon has left hidden,soft motes and shafts of twilight,tucked away in the shadows of night.They spin like tendrils,silver wisps that trace outlinesof city streets and skylines,and spatter their traces over the pathsthat greet my feet in the morningand wake the world anew.They grow warm and feralstarting in golden buds,threading their way through fieldsand blooming in a riot of horizonthat yields up its bountyand gifts the waiting world.They make songs from scattered wordsand music that clatters from clouds,caught humming on the wings of starlings.They paint pictures with facesand colors that bloom from landscapes -all captured in the days lazy palette,swelling the world in bee sung glorywhere the sun crests its orbitand carves out the new day
Sex Object Between her legs, lies something thatevery man seems to want. A place where she should be ableto call her own, between her legs. She feels that men only want her,a true want, to have sex with her, andwalk away. The breasts she has, they gainstares from men passing by, trippingover themselves to find a chance to touch. When will she stop being looked at,as an object of sex? when will a mansee her as someone he may spend hislife with? Her hips curve, and she doesntwant your hands on them, if yourjust going to touch her skin. She wants a man to touch her soul,not just touch her skin, and run his fingerswhere they do not belong. What made these men think, sheis just a sex object, a toy that could beput on display, and taken whenever theylike. Between her legs, lies something thatevery man seems to want. Proud she is though, that she hasntgiven in, hasnt
pyromania.I tasted your lips sideways,and they were lit likecoals.but in reality,your breath simply hovered above the bowl,and you smiled at meas you lost control.
layersi.i met a girl todaywho was not golden-haired or blue-eyed,who was not straight-nosed or full-lipped,who was not long-legged or slender.instead i met a girlwho sang full-bodied notes in both soprano and alto,who spoke like a king and walked like a queen,who had a body curved like the moon.and that was okay.ii.i met a boy todaywho was not muscular or broad-shouldered,who was not charming or charismatic,who was not tall or dark or handsome.instead i met a boywho had a memory like an elephant,who wrote like an angel and drew like Monet,who could churn out sums like a calculator.and that was okay.iii.so now,take a good look in the mirror:and remember that what you see—the imperfections and perfections;the roll of love around your stomach;the diverging forks at the ends of your hair;the delicate sprinkles on the bridge of your nose—is only one layer of who you are,and thatall of it(all of you)is okay, too.
Love WinsWe thought we'd never see those huesOf red and green and pink and blue.A land of monochromacyHad finally begun to seeThat love prevails, and pride is real.The black and white began to feel,And from the darkness, colour bloomed;Oppressive shadows that had loomedOver the lovers were dispersedAs every state lifted its curse.The world saw rainbows on the dayThat love became legal in the USA.
True Fact #113I really despise copycats. I really do. There is not a single word alone that can possibly express how much it annoys the living hell out of me. It's not cute or adorable or inspiring. It is hella annoying.