I love her at her best, natural and vulnerable and she so rarely shows that self. The same could be said of me except I show my lash free self whenever I get the chance, despite being ignored by the opposite sex or well, everybody. I guess I know what it takes to be invisible… Continue reading It’s Mint
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One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the… Continue reading One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
Butterflies & Wallingford
I found this old book of my writing, it seems to be notes for a book. True to my young and idealistic form there are butterflies doodled all over this document...I had a thing for butterflies and poetry. 8/28/2001 "yes I love you" is another doodle of sorts, I don't think I knew what love… Continue reading Butterflies & Wallingford
Promises, Promises
It feels amazing to keep them, that sounds so awful but I have broken so many out of fear. Elementary promises like just showing up. This has been my main hurdle this year and I have done well but lately, I have shown up for so many people and things that I find myself driving… Continue reading Promises, Promises
From the cradle to the grave
"when all I wanted was you" - look up DMB But now the time has passed, that time being a respectful one, an honest one, an understanding and forgiving one, and 'I wore that time like a dress'
Dirty Diana
I think of her so often, almost weekly I would say. We spent so much time in the present in our youth but we also escaped together into our futures. She's so much a part of my past, not really my recent past but a past version of myself. Not a part of my future… Continue reading Dirty Diana
The Heart Break Special
Both are under scrutiny. The stench of lies and ego fog any love cloud from forming in such conditions. Starring at countless ceilings, so many blind spots both spiritually, sexually, and emotionally. There was no surrendering, not anymore. I feel crazy thinking of your words and you so freely throw punches as if you think… Continue reading The Heart Break Special
rêves les plus fous
As sleep, naps and rest elude me I search for ways to rest myself, ways to release the demons, memories of us, memories of her, worries, sorrows, they all create a wall of sorts for me on a daily basis, if I can get through the wall I can be at peace but they join… Continue reading rêves les plus fous
Loving You Had Consequences
I loved you differently. Don't want you back you're just the best I ever had. My spirit is bruised but my tenacity could never be shaken by your betrayals. They say you never lose by loving, I know I've lost something but the fact that I do not know what's missing tells me I am… Continue reading Loving You Had Consequences
Step 1 – Recklessly Abandon
I am a prideful person, not in the traditional way and certainly not in the websters dictionary way. I am prideful in that I will do almost anything to avoid looking like a fool. This is rather is hilarious because most days I am quick to point out my ridiculous ways, somehow drawing attention to… Continue reading Step 1 – Recklessly Abandon