To you, I write this because I can articulate with my hands better than the occasional eloquence that springs from these lips of mine. Alas, I shall get straight to what I want to say. You. You entered my life unexpectedly, into my (unbeknown to me) open doors. That spark, that chemistry, that depth felt … Continue reading Time
"The person who wrote this Permitted me to post it But only on the premise That I keep the name anonymous" Letter To A Lover I’m writing this knowing that you probably won’t read it, and even if you did, you sure as hell won’t bring it up, so win-win for me. I get it … Continue reading Obsession
He was a trendsetter. He wrote about himself, and they all wrote about him. So he wrote about her, and they all wrote about her. Then he wrote about them, and they all left. None the readier. MG 21.2.17
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
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
(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 … Continue reading It’s Good to Be Back
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?
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.~
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 