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?
"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
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 … Continue reading Write Truth with Love
She was so consumed by her dark side That she saw with her heart and not with her eyes. M.G.
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 