Dear Darling, You asked me recently to opine on your 'issue' Though it's pretty obvious, given all the clues Seems you're scared to feel what's real to you Scared of projecting what you've been through All the while desiring adventure and something new Yearning to love freely breaking from your ideals and rules Still, guarding … Continue reading Poem to You
My sense of belonging Comes from deep within Buried beneath layers of rock Unearthed, uprooted, but strong I wasn't born this way, it wasn't choice From a young age I had to silence the voices Of deceit, of greed, of exploitative breeds Of those who take from me more than the ink I bleed But … Continue reading Dig Deep
"You could have anything you want, you just need to take the first step out of the front door," he had said to me, a long time ago. I never understood what this meant, but there he watched, from a distance. Waiting. He was waiting for me, and he didn't even know it. His process … Continue reading Him
Here's to all who've ever said that I couldn't, shouldn't, and wouldn't (and meant it). To those who said I couldn't, I appreciate the projections of self-doubt you placed upon me. You've taught me what it looks like to pass on insecurities that were instilled in your childhoods. From you, I've learned not to stunt … Continue reading Couldn’t, Shouldn’t, Wouldn’t
"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
Writing is immortality. It is that flux between turning memories and fantasy into reality. You get inspired, you fall in love with that feeling, you want to keep that spark alive, so you write. You write about what inspires you, you write about who inspires you. You write, and write, and write, until you realize … Continue reading Writing is Immortality
Have I told you that I’ve seen your soul That every crack is beautiful? Buried deep beneath the flesh The skin, the bones, and all the rest Have I told you that I’ve felt your soul That every vibration is beautiful? Reaching out from within the walls Protection, not wanting to fall Have I told … Continue reading Have I Told You That I’ve Seen Your Soul?
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 