The heart is a fickle creature It must never be confined to a single chamber. But rather allowed to roam freely, embracing each passion that calls out to it.
A broken heart seeks comfort in the ruins of frozen memories. It is this that keeps it bleeding.
There is no melody so beautiful as the love song of a gentle breeze. Its whistle through the trees whisper lyrics of undying love as it caresses the leaves.
Mind games... why? Because I suck at sports and I lose interest in Monopoly as soon as that first hotel goes on Boardwalk. Because if I play with yours, then I won't have to play with my own anymore. Because my insecurities are only silenced once it sees you, the other player, fold. Because when... Continue Reading →
When doing the right thing feels wrong... it's an argument between the angel and demon on my shoulders. Neither wins if each side is gray. So what am I to do then? Out of sight, out of mind... right? So sudden, like the mouth of Venus closing around her prey. He's the unsuspecting fly that... Continue Reading →
I just sliced through an artery to bleed ... for the sake of stopping the smaller, damage-over-time cuts that I've sliced now for so many years; keeping them hidden from view. Is this truley the only solution? I didn't want this and I still don't. It hurts going in this deep, but it needs to... Continue Reading →
They never scolded me for taking apart the electronics. Every last screw, I’d remove them all. What wonders my young eyes would take in as I studied each of the circuit boards I undressed, With such intricate connections that I knew as life’s breath. Even I, a child, understood the complexity of what made such... Continue Reading →
I was not so selfish in this life. I let you go and you found your fated happiness soon after our sun had set. But next time-- for my own sake-- I must be. Should our paths cross again in our next lifetime, I shall win your heart and keep it.
Something in the air has changed. If I could only trace my finger to the answer, I might shake this alien feeling. The rhythm is all wrong— Off by an unheard beat. However subtle it may be, The vibrations are different. This change remains nameless. Is it Good? Bad? Something else entirely? My mind perhaps... Continue Reading →
We cannot slow it down, the swift river flow, that passes through this town, like time. Its focus remains forward, no matter the weight of distractions we constantly toss into it. Sad that my years too flow through me, indifferently.