I watched her in the mirror for many years, always calming the storms that raged under her skin … rattling her bones. Broken never looked so damn beautiful. But as all broken things, there were parts of her malfunctioning like a damaged toy … like allowing the idea of happiness to stain her blood, coating … Continue reading Broken Crayons Still Color
I wrote this when I was going through a rough time with accepting certain things are dead and gone.
your lips spilled familiar words but with a foreign feeling behind them. a natural feeling that weaved throughout the tone of your voice. yes, your words grazed my heart, but the truth shot through my soul like a determined arrow, aiming for eternity instead of temporary.
I dream of a heart nestled in its cage, enjoying the protection around it. It’s been hurt and battered. It’s been cornered and neglected. I dream of a heart resting in its enclosure, singing lullabies to no one. It’s been humming a tune for so long that I hear it in my dreams. Is the … Continue reading I dream
You suffocate me and give me life. Where did you come from?
I’ve never seen a pair of eyes that hold such a blue galaxy But then again, I’ve never seen you before …until now.
I slice my wrists and allow my blood to paint the truths about who I am. *photo by Little-Sorceress
you took my hand and showed me how the sun’s light can warm instead of burn, and just for a while, i felt what it is like to be sheltered unconditionally. i looked at you in awe, with all these untamed feelings coming over me like a rush of the ocean’s waves sweeping me under … Continue reading just a moment
"There are moments where I would daydream of running free, of sniffing anything and everything to my little heart's content. I yearn to escape, to run, to eat whatever the hell I want without being reprimanded. I day dream sometimes... "But I understand that I won't always get my dream when I want it. My … Continue reading The Beagle Life