Sunday, 21 December 2014
Saturday, 13 December 2014
Saturday, 6 December 2014
Thursday, 4 December 2014
Friday, 28 November 2014
Friday, 21 November 2014
Friday, 14 November 2014
Saturday, 1 November 2014
Monday, 27 October 2014
Come Home To Me
It was 4:20 am and sleep was far. So I wrote. It's just one of those rantings to put your mind at ease when it has too many things brewing inside it.
Friday, 24 October 2014
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
A Letter
To the guy who smells like Orion dipped in honey,
You wouldn't mind, would you? That I write of you in ways to lament our memories. Do you mind that I'm telling the whole world how much I wish with all the bones of my body and within, that I could be graced with your presence for all my life? That although I have wished all my life, not to get attached to anyone or anything, the thought of not being able to hear your voice everyday shudders every atom inside of me. I hope you don't mind, my love, that when you're away, I miss you in ways that question my pride and morality and everything I have ever believed in. That every time i breathe you in, your Orion-dipped-in-honey smell gives me a high and takes me to a place where no one else can. I truly hope you don't mind that all the constellations above slowly fade and die out everytime I see you and breathe your scent into me, and I glow a little brighter.
Some day, we'll be history. And all that's left of us will be photographs on our walls and videos in our heads. But god, I pray that it doesn't come to that. I pray that some day, when I miss your scent, all I have to do is pull you close and breathe you in, and the constellations above slowly fade and die out one more time, and I glow a little brighter, one more time.
Sunday, 19 October 2014
Friday, 17 October 2014
Thursday, 16 October 2014
Friday, 10 October 2014
Friday, 3 October 2014
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Friday, 26 September 2014
Thursday, 25 September 2014
Wednesday, 24 September 2014
Tuesday, 23 September 2014
Sunday, 21 September 2014
Thursday, 18 September 2014
Monday, 15 September 2014
Thursday, 11 September 2014
Monday, 8 September 2014
Saturday, 6 September 2014
Friday, 29 August 2014
Thursday, 28 August 2014
Situation in a paragraph #2
I turned to see his face. His features were not perfect, I
admit. But they all fell together so perfectly – those warm and inviting
chocolate brown eyes, carved just deep enough for his thick lashes to appear as
just the right length, those cheeks, soft yet rough and virile, and those lips
- soft and dominating. Those lips that twitch slightly to the left every-time he
smiles that wickedly charming smile. It was impossible for me not to love that
face. Why, you ask. Because I knew it so well. It was, perhaps, the only thing
I was sure of in my chaotic life, the Northern Star to my lost and wrecked
bark. Then I looked into his eyes and saw his shattered spirit. I looked into
his eyes and saw his aching soul. It was then that I realized his flame would
die anytime if I didn’t fuel it soon.
Monday, 25 August 2014
Sunday, 24 August 2014
Redeemed
She falls to the ground
With hands stretched out,
Her frail body shaking,
Quivering.
She falls to the ground
With bloodshot eyes,
Her condemned spirit waning,
Lingering.
She looks up from the ground
To meet the eyes of the man,
And whispers faintly,
“Mercy.”
He looks down to the ground
To meet the eyes of the woman,
And cries out loud,
“Redemption.”
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