Monthly Archive: September, 2016

Tequila Soaked Prose, it’s Poetry Today

Tequila soaked prose. I love you. I write of you, in my tequila soaked prose. The foggy bliss of my tequila euphoria. I write of you. I love you, in my tequila soaked… Continue reading

My Heart was Fighting to Beat

I woke up in the middle of the night, for the second time this week, something feeling wrong with my body. I felt like the weight of the air was crushing my chest,… Continue reading

Your Lavender Balloon

DRAFT I feel like a balloon, floating around the sky above you. A balloon filled with helium, a string tied tightly around me. Lavender, with shimmering white string spanning the distance between me… Continue reading

But for now, It’s Darkness

There are days that I hesitate before writing yet another sad and depressive piece of writing — I fear pushing people away with my gloomy sadness. Today I considered the possibility that hesitating or even… Continue reading

Bourbon and Coffee, Like the Hands of a Lover

It’s been a long day, I’m tired and tired of the world screaming around me. I go to bed at my usual time, snuggle with my blanket for twenty minutes not wanting to… Continue reading

This feels like Torture

I feel tortured. This love feels like pure torture. I don’t want to beg you to love me. It kills me to know that I silently beg you to need me. When does… Continue reading