They tell me I’m hard to read.
If I was a book, what would I be like? Would I remain lost and forgotten among the library stacks? 143 more words
House Fire, Salt Water
no more lullabies for foolish virgins
sing for the girl who lets you
she can taste regret on your skin
but loves you anyways… 55 more words
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Did you take on a new challenge? What was it? Is there are challenge you deliberately avoided? What do you want to do to challenge yourself in 2014? 525 more words
2 hours, 26 minutes
I spent my first winter in Denver alone, sad, and sick, staring at a giant pile of Conner’s possessions. Unable to find work and debilitatingly depressed, that’s all I could do. 499 more words
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It rips into the core of my spirit … & yet I continue giving myself to this fire burning
cause I tried making you love me … when deep down inside it … my sweetest love… 233 more words
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Here, I will break away from norm, and bear my heart to you. This is a poem I wrote, perhaps three years later to commemorate a romantic relationship I endured. 555 more words
It’s possible to breathe while your heart is scattered on the floor.
And it’s fairly easy to walk forward while they remain there.
You’ll even step on the pieces; while they’ll puncture into your flesh, slide in deep and command strong floods of blood to dance down. 185 more words
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