We are what we are
"Just make sure you tell my family it's okay, I'm sorry. But it's too late, I'm sorry. So much weighing on me. I don't wanna live to see another day, I'm sorry. But I can't stay, I'm sorry. So much weighing on me." -Joyner Lucas, I'm sorry I don't miss you To miss you, I'd… Continue reading Release Me
So done with the same thing Back and forth All the games So done with the same day It's on repeat Everything's the same All I want is happiness and rest All I need is you and me But this has been beating me to death And I'm hanging in But only by a thread… Continue reading With or without you.
For the first time in what's felt like ages, the smoke-like grey clouds have begun to part, and rays of light have started to beam through. And in that mix of rain and light, I see a rainbow. The clouds aren't completely gone, and the rain is still coming down, but the light is signaling… Continue reading The Rainbow After The Storm
The feeling of you-- the feeling of you is something new A feeling I've ached to feel since you first stepped into the room
"I remember years ago, someone told me I should take caution when it comes to love. I did." Let's be honest I was never what you really wanted. You never loved me the way that I loved you. Did you even cry remembering our shared time? Foreshadowing our lives? Everything left behind? Did you even… Continue reading All we had is gone now.
This is no easy task. But it must be done.
When I look into the mirror, my reflection-- it's no longer me. My thoughts no longer sound like mine. There's something ugly that's happening inside. More malignant than a cancer. More malicious than a monster. And with the hunger of a thousand starving lions. A feeling like when a star explodes and turns into a… Continue reading I’ll Be A Killer Whale When I Grow Up
How can something that begins so beautifully suddenly end in such chaos? If you've been following me on here for awhile, then chances are you've followed my transition from a boy who didn't believe in love to a boy who was drowning in it. It's been a long road--smooth at some points, bumpy at others--,… Continue reading I Fall Apart
When she's not around, he'll grin at the sight of her loose hairs on his bed; his heart melts when reading her handwritten notes; he reminisces, and maybe a bit too much, but the memories drown him.
When real life isn't enough, I retreat to the world of fiction. I grab a book. My pad and pen. Fingers in their fixed positions across the keyboard. I close my eyes and drift. I imagine. Create. I type. Relentless. This is all I have. I remember my first novel. It was a horror novel… Continue reading My Love for Fiction
