#mosiac
Your words dig deeper into me than the waters if I were drowning
Your words are never lonely because they stay in my heart forever
Your words could be a symphony, and I would aspire to be Mozart
Your words capture everything you speak, better than a Kodak ever could
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Anytime my coffee gets cold
I can't help but think of you
It scalds my mouth as I drink it too fast
But the pain doesn't compare
To that I feel missing you
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
3-14-2014
I don't want to be like Plath, Woolfe, Bishop or Dickinson who confess depression on paper. I want to describes objectively and subjectively my experiences and reality as I perceive it, painful and aching, beautiful and healing--and what makes such moments so.
I want to record my observations and arrange them into a work of art. I want to create something heinous and beautiful, , and interpretation of the shards of my life collected where my true self is reflected and others who feel the same can relate and also feel sane.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC