i hope i kept an envelope of every being that you uttered
an envelope that i can return to, someday
and hope that most of them are still alive
an envelope filled with smiles, sunflowers, and high-pitched laughter
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
for the poem I lost inside my drawer,
forgive me.
life happened
eyes dampened
glasses moistened
soul unawakened
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
i send my apologies to the one inside
my person, who limitlessly produce words
Stringing it into stories
i got distracted by fear and void
destroying authentic creative
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 3:54 AM UTC
Exhausted of the pavement
that most of us want.
The pattern
that almost none of us don’t need.
Chasing something
that we shouldn’t be a part of.
Ignoring
the pavement that was made for us.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC
Loving someone so much that you turn a blind eye to the fact that ***** can’t do the same.
Exhausted frustration of courting someone every single day with the knowledge that it cannot work out. Getting signs here and there but you cannot determine whether it’s a warning for a dead end or a motivational pill; either way, you ignore it. The assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Trusting in something you cannot explicitly prove. A feeling not returned.
Having the behavior that shows a lack of good sense and judgement. Possessing the epitome deportment of the top-notch quality of being stupid; yet, you disregard. Bombarded with voices that complain, disdain of you being hard. Befalling instances that shout JUST QUIT ALREADY; yet, you continue. You stop for their faint of eye, resume afterward.
Loving something so much that you turn a blind eye to the fact that it can’t do the same.
The unrequited sanity, leaving you high and dry.
And yes, this is not a letter about love.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC