They won't know where you've been Nor where you've going All they know is... Where you are. ~Anon~ Judge all you want What I say or do For you know nothing of what I've gone through Who I've been What I've seen To get to where I am I've done what I can I'm a [...]
(Disclaimer: If this post causes emotional discomfort, please confront your demons by heeding wise advice.) I was spontaneous yesterday. Now, for those of you who know me -- it really does depend which era of me you know, now, doesn't it? Let's try this again. For those of you who have known me in the [...]
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 [...]
"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 [...]
I wasn't looking to change you. Just your mind. I wasn't looking to take over your world. Just your thoughts. I wasn't looking to be apart from your world. I've only ever wanted to be a part of (anything larger than life) you. ~MG~ #imissyou
“Write it with love,” I kept telling myself as I nervously tried to muster up the words. Writing from the heart was never hard until I realized how much there is to say, and yet so few words to convey. Perhaps that’s why I resort to poetry, it’s the direct link to the heart, to [...]
She was so consumed by her dark side That she saw with her heart and not with her eyes. M.G.