He appeared as a ghost It wasn’t supposed to happen It was supposed to be different We were planning a future We were healing I was changing and growing I thought it would be better now But he appeared as a ghost 2:52am In my doorway. Questioning the whereabouts of his wine Trying to prove …
32 Orchard Street| Pt. 1
“Okay,” Diane huffs, as she throws herself into the seat next to Calle, wiping the sweat from her perfect brows. Today, she went for a white button down to go under her yellow sweater, her black high waisted jeans showed her beautifully shaped ass and she definitely showed it off to the hot girl at …
let’s take a chance
let's take a chance what's living in our truth let's be authentic with ourselves always and completely let's acknowledge when we must forgive ourselves, others, circumstances Let's be clear about what we need, always and allow ourselves to be responsible about that we are made of love and deserve love. I am now aware of …
to all the boys who never loved me
I obviously had a year of some mild heartbreak...... To All The Boys Who Never Loved Me I'd like to say you're stupid how could you choose the skip over my expensive hopeless romantic love how dumb could you be the skip over all this treasure the fall for knock-off love To All The Boys …
Home
I wrote a poem about the home that I've been dreaming about for the past few months. The place I plan on staying by myself and feeling the most comfort. Home where tea is overflowing and coziness is one step away we're soft music will fill the silence we're the only troubling voices are your …
Intertwined
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I have a feelings it's going to be a GREAT year!!! I'M STARTING OFF THE NEW YEAR WITH POEMS!!! I WROTE A BUNCH BEFORE THE YEAR ENDED! Intertwined connected like trees who've grown together connected like souls who have unknowingly morphed together sometimes, I don't know what's yours and what's mine sometimes …
Drunk poem at 12:45am
my foolish heart fell for him she felt that deep urge for him wanted more than mediocre. wanted to get that dream of being more than a solo person to become a team with someone my foolish heart looked at him reach for him wanted him looked through all the hardships and the hurt look …
Written in class. I think it’s a poem.
It’s kinda shit but, it eased a little tension for me. It’s not named. Maybe I can name it... Her. How could he not see her? Years of being near her. Years of conversations he never read into Moments he could never see as anything more than what it was. It wasn’t until now, Her …
End of a long week + snippet of a short story.
Hey-ho. I had a week that was so long and tiring. I feel like I’ve dragged myself to this finish line. I am finally going back home in about an hour and I am going to be with my awesome family and home friends. I really can’t wait. All of my classes had us doing …
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The phone poem
What happens when the kiss ends? I've never wanted anything as much as I want you. From the second, I saw you, I felt that we needed to be something more. The second time, I knew for sure. I think of you in every moment of every day. Wondering what dinner would taste like if …
