Murder Me Murder me Murder me dead so I may finally know what it's like to live "Live life for the moment, because everything else is uncertain." -Louis Tomlinson Swallow my voice Eat it whole so that I can't make noise or speak with a soul Maybe then I'll know the definition of alone of… Continue reading Poem: Murder Me
“Patient 313,” a nurse with curly blond locks calls out from behind the counter. She’s holding a small paper cup of oblong and round pill tablets. “Patient 313!” A skinny man with oily hair and a crooked grin hurries out of his room with a notebook in his hands. A plastic band around his wrist… Continue reading Fiction Friday: “Patient 313” Pt. 1
Meraki (v.) To do something with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work. After a brief moment of consideration, I decided it was time to bring something new to the blog. MrHushHush Entries has been a tad dry here recently, I'll admit, and I apologize. So, without… Continue reading Word of the Week Wednesday: Meraki (v.)
In a rain-kissed meadow dew on green blades glisten like stars in the day Smoke-like clouds open wide like pages of a book Pedals of rose and yellow like lips of mother nature bloom for the sun and dance for the wind He flows over the earth gentle like a singing stream In one hand… Continue reading Poem: Off in the Meadow
"If what doesn't kill us really made us stronger, then why am I broken?" -Luckman Khan What doesn't Kill us... Makes us stronger Makes us wiser Teaches us to go farther Makes us fighters What doesn't kill us... Makes us stranger Makes us something unique Turns us into strangers ...a torn masterpiece... Leaves us with… Continue reading Poem: What Doesn’t Kill You…
Highs & Lows One second I say Hi the next I wanna go Then I go from Goodbye to Don't ever let me go I listen to my angel I always hear the devil so I can know what's right every time I do wrong One season I love you but seasons change Maybe I… Continue reading Poem: Highs and Lows
Your blood, it doesn't run in my veins My face, it doesn't fit into your frame And I just don't belong in your name You and I lived lives unequal I was raised Alcoholics and needles All I've known Broken, like my homes broke, like my wallet broke, like my soul Never truly felt like… Continue reading Poem : The Blacksheep
You She who sings with giggles even as skies shatter Like a Blue jay turned red from the flames it sits in You The girl who haunts my dreams with bittersweet symphonies A lie that I'd die to bring to life Don't wake me. Hey You you oh you I'm sorry if I stare, but I'd… Continue reading Poem: YOU
Hiraeth is a Welsh concept of longing for home, which can be loosely translated as 'nostalgia', or, more commonly, 'homesickness'. Many Welsh people claim 'hiraeth' is a word which cannot be translated, meaning more than solely "missing something" or "missing home."https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiraeth 2019 Jordan Antonacci Hiraeth - A Poem I went home, butyou weren't thereI called… Continue reading Hiraeth |the home that doesn’t exist
If I could then I would save the world Send my heart in an envelope to that certain girl Tell her how she is my everything Live in a house with kids and wedding rings I’d be free like the ocean breeze Soar from the west coast over to the east Learn German then Chinese… Continue reading Poem: Only Human
