my trigger holds no warning it is an alarm that sets off by itself and me, not knowing how to turn it off my triggers knows no time it is there when its not needed and it is there when you least expect it my trigger comes in words like “why wont you say anything”… Continue reading trigger
as the world spins and as time ticks its quite hard to figure out the truth from which i listen to the melodies i watch the bright stars but not quite much of them made me feel the way you are how silly, i never thought it would come to a point like… Continue reading i liked you enough to write about you
painful like a sharp knife piercing through my skin your words were painful a repeated tragic horror scene outlined like a well-carved picture defining its features your words were outlined a patterned book traced in different figures ink-skinned like a blade dragging across all of me your words were ink-skinned a permanent reminder… Continue reading ink-skinned
how do you measure the importance of caring do you count by the number of the stars do you watch the clock ticking how do you define the ability to stop do you let the days pass do you let your thoughts crowd you up how do you differentiate enough from barely there… Continue reading too much or not at all
at night, i tend to realize things i havent before at night, i ask questions that keep me up just more am i afraid of the dark am i afraid to fall asleep am i afraid of what ill see am i afraid of oceans deep im not afraid of the dark i… Continue reading this is my good night poem
life is made up of choices- choices we desperately want to make, choices we wish we didn’t have to consider, choices that turned our lives around and choices that we have yet to discover. at exactly one year ago, if you asked me whether loving someone is a choice or a feeling, i would tell… Continue reading the choice
that uneasy feeling when you’ve become so close to someone that you practically don’t know what it would be like to lose them. that subtle note to yourself saying how you’ve got it bad. real bad. that uncertainty before you go to bed, asking yourself the reason as to why you’re still wide awake- whether… Continue reading how will i know
there’s something about words and how its twists and turns match the ones i deal with in life it’s about those letters that make up stories from scenarios in my head that i fail to comprehend it’s the way my mind unconsciously drifts back into creating something to simply get away from everything it’s how… Continue reading jump with me
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