Skip to content

Tag: Writing

fool

So, maybe I’m a Queen of Hearts, destroying love with heavy darts. But who are you, o Fool that clings? Everything you do, it just stings. Or maybe you’re the […]

Again

There’s a tide in your eyes, and several hundred reasons why I should simply say goodbye as I look into the tide in your eyes. But there’s in the tide […]

Shadow

Light fades through the room, drones out the sound, uncertainty looms to the past to which we’re bound. I can’t feel your heart, but I know that it’s slow, unable […]

Bad News

Don’t bother to get too close. I won’t be your ideal host. I’m the fire, the burn, the ember, the spark, the flame, the smoke that’s making you nervous. You […]

patchwork

Look at the stitches across my skin. Each is one a different pattern: The teddy bears of infancy and innocence; The bubbles of childhood and optimism; The clouds of adolescent […]

Burn

Flares could cave in on my skin. Hot red flares burning my skin. Why did partake in such sin? To touch the amber gloss of her skin, hot red flares […]

melancholy

Where the water is dry, Where the fire is wet, A river of tears stream from my eyes. Where the sun is dark and gray, and the sky is mucky […]