Lost Love

Perhaps one day we'll meet again In the sky or in the sea.  And though it was water that washed us away T'was the winds that blew you to me...    I love you, but I couldn't save you. Only you can save yourself, darling, and what breaks my heart... is that you don't even … Continue reading Lost Love

The Arguments We Forgot to Have

(Creative writing: 2016) "If you're sick of everyone falling for you, stop being so bloody perfect then," she'd screamed at me, a sheer projection of inadequacy. *      *     *     *    * I know that feeling, I was young once, and I remember that insecurity. I also remember the effort it took to outgrow those feelings … Continue reading The Arguments We Forgot to Have

Nothing Like You

One day, our paths will cross again One day, our worlds will merge Day after day Readying the way Until the stars emerge From behind the clouds That sheltered you in the crowd You hid from the spotlight -- sunlight and moonlight But our journey is the same Our destination is nigh I took a … Continue reading Nothing Like You

Love. More of It.

Love... If chasing sunshine has taught me one thing, it's that opening your curtains means you can just let it come. (Generally, open curtains means a tidy room first...) *     *    *    *    * My experience of love is one that can be expressed on so many different levels. There is the love of the … Continue reading Love. More of It.

Tuesday Tunes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-3ijOa5tKg I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back ~S.M.~

Arbitration

I was stuck in a room with the two of them, both of whom felt the other to be intolerable. I was summonsed to arbitrate the situation, a mediation of sorts. Why? Well...I was about to find out. When I'd first entered the room, I saw him sitting there with a sideways glare, arms folded … Continue reading Arbitration

As I Lay Dying

(Creative writing, REALLY old one from 2011. Darker writing, found it when I was going through old material.) --------- And as I lay dying, the sounds of the conspirators remind me of who I was supposed to become. It's never too late to be who you want to be, but watching the world pass by … Continue reading As I Lay Dying