To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have discovered this capacity to be true. You did ask what it was I wanted. I wanted to … Continue reading Memory, or Dream?
Category: Passion
Romanticising love
Space
You're in pain. Not because I changed Not because I walked away but because you had to face the demons crawling out of your grave Incepting their way into your unrefined space of a place. ~M.G.~
Where Am I Now, They Ask
"Where are you?" they ask, then don't stop to listen to the response. Well... I am capable of anger. Rage, too, mind you. It is not an anger that reacts to the ordinary, mundane trivialities of social construct, such as religion, race, gender, and class. No, it is a genuine anger, not a projection. It … Continue reading Where Am I Now, They Ask
Protected: Take Me As I Am
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A Star is Born
Sometimes The Sun and Moon collide so that a star can be born ~MG~ Stars are made when particles are compressed, pushed together, causing chemical reactions and increasing temperatures as kinetic energy escalates. It can be a violent process where the energy pushes against each other with so much force that they are magnetically pulled … Continue reading A Star is Born
Work of Art
I have an eye for words and an ear for music I see colours of the rainbow but not shadows on the streets An artist, I am not, but a creator, that I am Yet you, my dear, are the only work of art I appreciate. MG
Vision
Sometimes it's not about easing the way It's about readying it ~MG~ Vision is not just about dreams or aspirations Vision is discernment and preparations Vision is not limited to eyesight Vision is seeing with the heart, soul, and mind Vision is not seeing flaws in everyone else Vision is seeing through one's damaged self … Continue reading Vision
You
We are only ever incarcerated by what we perceive to be "need". This is why loving you, darling, is my liberation. My liberty. I'm free, you're free, and amidst all this freedom, I choose you. MG






