aunielle-neal
Indianapolis
Hi, Aunie for short. Born & raised in indiana with roots from Tennessee. Cute little mixed creole you have to just love. I love poetry & dramatic scenes. I've always been told I use finishing lines all the time. Every time I discuss something deep with someone they always say to me "there you go with those movie moments." I love lines that truly have meaning behind it. Felt so strongly when typed that even the reader could feel the altitude of where the writer stood. But I guess I'm a hypocrite because I never pick up a book but constantly spiratically read.
My past is the flames that ignite on the love we share. So scorched you scorn me.
To make reparations for a crime in a biased jury. My past creeps up in the crevice of distance. When our hands unlock, when our words are no longer tender, when out hearts are longing ever so slightly. My past standing in awe as if it were me & not the shell of once was. You, leaping with it out of orbit. Past the point of understanding, past the point of safely landing. The past is just that the past. No more no less. & a heart is a heart no more no less. Emotions adding intent to accidents & lies padding for the blow
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
In the hollow depths of my skull,
As my emptyness rocks side to side,
All I can grasp onto is my despair,
Its so heavy yet its the only thing left to keep me from drifting.
Wave after crimson wave
My anchor
My despair.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC