If wonder is the key to finding ourselves, Than loss of wonder is the key to conformity. If we resign to someone else’s idea of wonder, Do we resign our humanity in the process? Are we so lost in searching for answers, That we forget to wonder for ourselves? We often overlook the beauty ofContinue reading “Wonder”
i remember when i died in your arms– i never wanted to leave but you left me to rot
No place to go, No one to see. stranded. No place to go, flat heart. lost. No place to go, temporal lobeless. starving. No place to go, gutless bones. Going nowhere. I’ll stay here.
i thought that maybe if i tried hard enough you would want to be with me
dry heart, wet skin warm with the memory of fiddling fingers the fountain is born again, rich with the marrow of sin–
Our lost loves are laced with traces of what used to be. Smells, places, sounds, feelings, their touch– All memories tainted and poisoned by adolescent fantasies, Wishing for the comfort of a disillusioned past, Forcing the remnants of our loved to rescind into the darkest depths of our heart. Good intentions are never really enough,Continue reading “Shattered|Scattered|Pieces”
You see, past loves are love and always will be. Why has it taken me so long to understand? I constantly push those feelings away, But maybe acceptance is better. I still love you, I really do. Kill me now.
She left Him when He needed Her most. Getting His hopes up, Dreaming about what it might be like To have someone stick by His side, Despite how fucked up He is. He let Her in, and put everything on the line, Only to end up betrayed; Worst of all, He trusted Her with everyContinue reading “Holding on to the Idea of You: Promises and Protection”
Filtered water flows filling the empty void of the kettle’s interior. Once a hard metal shell, Now contains a plethora of molecules that harmoniously bond, Forming the liquid of life. It’s potential? Limitless. And yet, it remains still, Cold and lifeless— Waiting. Rotate that knob on high, And the rear burner, Where the kettle liesContinue reading “Tea Kettle”
“Good morning!”she says with a soft but detached smile–one that has clearly been rehearsed for this precise occasion. “Good, thanks! How are you?” He replies. I can’t believe I just said that to my boss… what was I thinking?–a frequently reoccurring thought. Later, that same day, a couple of guests arrive for a meeting. He greets them withContinue reading “Millennial Schlemiel”