Category: Writing

  • Life update?

    Within the past couple days I made a big girl purchase and bought a iPad. While my bank account is currently sobbing (as it often does after big ticket purchases) from a creative standpoint I am excited. I have never really been the type of person to lug around a laptop along with my phone…

  • Night owl

    I’ve always been a night owl I just function better at night Always have when the rest of the world is asleep. Having a creative mind in the world of logical thinkers means the hustle and bustle of day to day sometimes overwhelms it. Take now for example (sorry Michael for the visual 😇) Hair…

  • Love

    Im not sure I know how to love Not at least, in the way most people know love. I know the love you read in romance books but not the super cheesy holiday ones with the white picket fence some kids and a dog. I only know obsessive all consuming smothering love. The type that…

  • I fell

    I fell in love with him because he felt like home He felt like home and so for a girl like me that never felt that way he felt new and unfamiliar in the the best way I fell in love with him because he felt safe He felt safe and for a girl like…

  • Broken love

    It was never for you Never for us The sleepless nights The promises How could it have been when all you gave were lies Empty promises Words that were meant to fill space never hold weight I didn’t change for you I stayed for you For the would’ve could’ve should’ve beens I lost myself in…

  • Your first love

    When I think back to who I was before you The girl who was always laughing and wasn’t afraid of the world The girl I was before I had got my heart broken Before I met you It scares me She was so full of light and hope  Didn’t have such a pessimistic view of…

  • Life

    I eat hot sauce on my popcorn because the last time I remember visiting my cousins house we ate it that way I dip my fries in ranch and black pepper and put half in half in my sweet tea to cling to the few good memories of my first job I say I love…

  • Thorn

    I don’t notice the thorn until the shock of it bites through my finger. I stare at the rose in my hand like it’s betrayed me. A single missed thorn on a rose stem that should have been thornless. Blood beads from my fingertip. Instinctively, I stick my finger in my mouth and suck down…

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