I am a field of flowers Filled with bright lilies and beautiful tulips My ambitions like the lush green grass Sprouting from my adventurous mind Small animals racing each other Similar to my racing thoughts My glowing essence nourishing all that it can touch But it seems that people don’t See the beauty Within my… Read on
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I hope one day a heavy book with my name on it rests on your coffee table next to all the framed memories I was never even close to being a part of. I hope its pages are full of frayed sticky notes and the lines that vaguely reminded you of us are circled in… Read on
My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery store only a couple quarters in her pocket. In a simple exchange, she places them on the counter and returns home with a box of Bisquick. Her eyes scan each… Read on
She fades in and out of existence. Her violet hair pierces through the warmth of spring. She only appears when the frost of winter has seeped into the soil and leaves just as the August sun rises. But even in the short time she’s in town. She pleasantly stains every corner of your life. She’s… Read on
As summertime sadness begun and inundated me, It caused me look at the time I had with you As the evergreen tree blew in the wind and filled the empty silence with shushing So did your beautiful locks of black hair with your smile as wide as a banana As autumn time sadness begun, it… Read on
Je me suis toujours demandé, À quoi ressemblerait la vie après ma mort. Tout n’est pas mauvais. C’est une sensation de noyade, Mais plutôt que le manque d’oxygène, Il y a un manque de substance, Un manque de sens physique. La pression reste, Pas de l’eau au-dessus, Mais des souvenirs remplissant l’eau, Exhortant mon esprit… Read on