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Category: Poetry-ish

Contemplation of yet another restart 

I guess this was it. It took baby steps from now on, knowing I don’t know. It was breathing in and remembering to breathe out. It was… Read more “Contemplation of yet another restart “

August 30, 2017August 30, 2017 by -

Lived for the Days

Lived for the days, she did. Every single one of them. Others wasted their time, waiting for the weekend. But not her. She lived for the sun… Read more “Lived for the Days”

April 3, 2017 by -

As Long as You’re Happy

My hands won’t stop shaking. I ask them to stop, but they refuse to listen so I hide them underneath the table. “It’s gonna be alright”, I… Read more “As Long as You’re Happy”

April 1, 2017April 2, 2017 by -

Too Often It Was Pain

I was told love was pure. Love was kisses on the cheek, hugs from behind when you didn’t expect them. Love was not locking the door, just… Read more “Too Often It Was Pain”

March 20, 2017April 4, 2017 by -

Runnin’ through town

Like a manic, like a clown I was running for life all through town. What the chaser did not know, slithering throat here now is my fun.… Read more “Runnin’ through town”

February 5, 2017March 20, 2017 by -

Hopefully that’ll be enough

I loved you today. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were unfocused and you pulled me closer. I loved you yesterday. Your hair was flatter… Read more “Hopefully that’ll be enough”

January 23, 2017February 5, 2017 by -

And I Still Don’t

But I never did know if you were for me or for everyone else. Just as I am.

January 16, 2017April 4, 2017 by -

Happiness and Him

What I did know, truly and fully, was him next to me, his face against my own. The music he was listening to was way too loud,… Read more “Happiness and Him”

November 26, 2016April 18, 2017 by -

Still Stuck

Because the leaves were all changing and the traffic kept rushing. And I was still stuck in the way his eyes shone, whenever he laughed.

September 25, 2016January 23, 2017 by -

And Closer Still

They really got to you, didn’t they? Pushing you on towards the edges tore apart your broken mind. Now all you hear is chaos, a beating drum… Read more “And Closer Still”

September 22, 2016January 23, 2017 by -

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