I feel...different. A good different. Like...I'm growing, maybe. I don't know, we'll see.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
those days that we were silent, when we didn't even glance at each other, were the worst. I guess they made me more anxious to speak to you on the days you graced me with your soft smile. on those days, I made sure to really look at you, so I'd never forget.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 3:59 AM UTC
and we danced all night, but it wasn't the smooth and light kind. we didn't exactly glide across the room, but I'll never forget the way your hands lingered on my shoulders, on my waist. it was like you would never let go, not even when the music stopped and the world went quiet.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
there's always talk about the calm before the storm, but I think there's an eeriness about the calm after it, too. it's almost as though nothing's happened at all. almost.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
she was constantly being silenced,
so it amazed her
when he told her
that he could
listen to her
speak
for hours.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
I CHALLENGE ALL OF HELLO POETRY!
Choose a song, you can choose it randomly or it can be your favorite song, or just a song that you like. Write a poem while listening to that song. You don't have to write about the song but just write what comes to mind while you listen to it. I do this all the time and its amazing how it changes my mood and my writing. Title the poem the name of the song and use the hashtag #CourtsMusicChallenge and I will take the time to read all of them and repost them and leave some love in a comment.
Do the challenge then repost this so I know you did it.:)
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
I had always thought of myself as an artist of some sort. That is, until I met you. It was only then that I learned what art is, where it comes from. When I met you, I only wanted to paint with the browns and oranges I saw in your eyes. I only wanted to write the words that fell from your lips. I only wanted to play the notes your voice guided me to. And when you left, I couldn't paint, couldn't write, couldn't play. I could only sing of my heartache, but even that wasn't art. There's no beauty in sorrow.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
unfortunately, the absence of sadness isn't happiness, although we're often fooled into thinking it is.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
sure, maybe all suffering is temporary. but there's always something that causes suffering, isn't there? so...it really isn't all that temporary, is it? it's pretty consistent.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
she couldn't stop wondering if she was upset because she got caught, or because she was angry at herself for being so inconsiderate. it was probably both.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC