No expectations creates better stability. Master this art to endure the unknown. Maintain self-control to remain yourself.
Will you remember me? Once I exit the room, am I still what you see? Does your blood rush to the spots under the surface I touch? Is the love that lives enough to keep the passion afloat? Can you feel a part of me that no one else has discovered? Where our senses meet… Continue reading The Senses Between
In the silence of the night, my mind speaks to me. I can hear the voices of my past reminding me of times my heart was left unchecked. Now my heart checks on my mind. Making sure the whispers stay exactly where they belong; in the past. Trapped behind the doors of my memory.
A turn. A twist. A curve. Hit or miss. Who can you count on when trouble is amidst? A boat. A train. A car nor a plane. Where will you hide your clear thoughts from the insane? A house. A cabin. A question of happiness. Will you smile when your heart is ravenous? An idea.… Continue reading Feels
“Nice guys finish last” You know, I never thought about this saying until recently. I’m sad that it took me this long to realize the truth in such a statement. I mean really think about it. This saying has been around longer than I’ve been alive. I’m not sure of when this saying became a… Continue reading Nice guys don’t finish at all!
I’m lashing out, can’t be without, can’t think the thoughts, blinded seeing spots, remorse in my plot, bleeding because we fought, overcoming doubt,please let me out, stuck in a concrete box, hearing gunshots, I think my body dropped, walking dead in my Crocs, put this in a pot and you get- Scrambled thoughts
Then one day it all comes apart. You’re chest is filled with loose change in place of your heart. Is it true what they say about nothing last forever? Or is just a coincidence that the universe thinks is clever? Not sure if I want to be in another’s sights anymore. I’ll be a hard… Continue reading Writing out loud (Loveless)
I’m not sure which part is left untouched. I’ve been beaten and battered and I just don’t get to write much. They say karma comes around and pays you back eventually. All my good karma must be tied up right now, essentially. Things are changing like shifting plates, shaking up my entire life. Career, relationships,… Continue reading Writing out loud (heavy)