I find i write in drips and draps. I remember when I wrote like thunder and my words would lash and simmer and bring the world to its knees.
Now i am left with bricks and mortar and empty pictures hearing only the echos if a storm.
I feel as if i am a reflection of a reflection, that i am a copy of somebody before me and unexciting as a blank page.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
And I kissed him for all I was worth,
which wasn't much,
but I kissed him all the same
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
she was the sun shine
through my clouds. If i was
the rain, she would find
the rainbow.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
She said to me with eyes like
waterfalls,
"why save me?"
And I said to her like
the quiet before the storm,
"Because I will not
let you become another
thing that the rain cry's
about."
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
love, love, love,
we can all identify it, but
Do any of us know what it actually feels like?
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Its true
some people are
just white
noise while
others,
are music.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
into the mist,
silly heart,
Why must you always fall apart?
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
You walked through the looking glass, and the rabbit had teeth.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
there is fury and sound and a terrifying roar, but peace in the eye of the storm.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
Your ribs
are the xylophone
that I keep playing,
Your thoughts are the
rhythm constantly playing,
Your fingertips,
are soft snow marking new
Terrain
Your lips
are the only things that
are keeping me sane,
Your eyes are the sea
I can't help to swim in,
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC