alone, she trekked, thoughts weighing down on her mind
she demanded into the night
“would you please be kind enough to tell me my purpose?”
the night said nothing as it often does,
so she...
Mirror, Mirror,
In my room:
Who's this eerie
Face of gloom?
With empty eyes so sunken
And a cruel, deceiving grin,
He's the face of anarchy
When my weaker side gives in.
He whispers...
whisper to me how you love me, my dear.
won’t you tell me how you care?
tell me that you really want this, my love,
that’s the only way that this is fair.
i ask only for a small...
1: The First Night We Met
The first night I met you, the cold winds were unforgiving. The trees danced, rapidly swaying back and forth to a violent beat outside my window. You approached me, cold and...
french
mon être, maintenant, c’est pas le mien.
dis-moi la raison pour laquelle tu viens.
et dis-moi la raison pour laquelle je suis
si conciliante avec les mots que tu dis.
dis-moi la...
Just for a moment, imagine a ceramic pot. This pot is yours. It doesn’t matter how you acquired it, it’s yours, and it’s a gorgeous pot. Now, imagine inside of that pot is love, and wonder, and happiness,...
Highway
We will grow old together and laugh at our crazy memories, you once said..
Your lips on my lips
I feel the warmth pressed against our lips
A love that sailed in between
When my lips...
To forgive or not to forgive
Must I bear this cup of suffering any longer?
Might I carry my pride upon my shoulders so as not to forgive?
Or might I swallow my ego
Or my hurt instead
And...
Midnight All Alone
Chapter 1
(My brother’s P.O.V)
I went to my home country Bolivia when I was 16 years old. I stayed at my aunt’s house where my uncle had a shooting range behind his...
Robert Frost taught us about The Road Not Taken
He taught us about choosing a path
About the roads we go down in life
About how ‘what could have been’ will impose its rath
The...
I am very open with who I am and how my mental disorder affects me, but I haven’t told anyone about everything that has happened to me. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was fifteen-years-old....
It’s funny. I never thought I’d write something like this, until I met my inspiration for it, who will remain nameless. I’ve known her for a good while, not too long though, and I still get shy,...