libations

I just erased two hundred and fifty six words. I’ve been writing about the same thing, or maybe I should say the same someone for months. Almost a year in fact. I’ve been thinking, and having dreams, and nightmares about the same person as well. The talent in my eyes, and the voice in my…

Self

Who knew I had trust issues? Afraid of my own reflection, and questioning everyone’s intentions. Seeking out a solitude, friendship, in people that matter. People that care. People without the disgression to hide what they truly yearn to share. I’m growing up, and that’s the most difficult to admit because the moment I stop claiming…

Manifest Fantasy

A few years from now I’ll bump into you in a bar in a lonely city. I’ll be in love with the lights, and the buildings. You’ll have grown up a little bit, maybe you’ll be infatuated with someone that loves you back. Maybe you’ll be sleeping with girls without boyfriends. I’ll be emotionally stable…

Charleston 

I wasn’t made for small things, small places, or small people. Everything around me is underwhelming. I feel like I need out right now, but the only thing I’ll ever be sure of needing, is more. 

the sky is blue the sun is red

Van Gogh thought eating yellow paint would make him happy; I thought you were my yellow paint. you’re toxic to taste, but when put to paper, you produce a painting of the perfect sunflower, hang you above my bed to brighten my days Had a dream you wanted to stay; Woke up without yellow paint…

My blog the movie: Crying over Vans 

I know what you like And you know how I think You use all the best parts of me to break me underneath  It hurts especially remembering how you grit your teeth  Kept quiet while I cried It broke my heart the most how when I tried to see through you, looking in your eyes…

dank deathstars 

It irritates me when people are fine with just going through their days so mindlessly. When thinking to someone just means doing simple tasks or making repetitive choices.  I’d like to think that productive thought requires much more imagination.  An interesting thought I came across was that the things created to distract and “entertain” us…

Letter to myself 

The cliche thing to do after a break or break up is to get dolled up, go out, post sexy pictures on Instagram with sassy self righteous captions meant to show the world just how better off you are without that person, or worse how much they’ll be missing. That doesn’t seem practical to me….

be taught, not told

Something blue, something borrowed. She was stubborn. She was weak; held prisoner to emotional defeat. Failure is a difficult guarantee, but even worse when you’re failing on purpose just to induce pain within. I wonder if we build a tolerance with each hardship experienced, so that life feels as if it’s incomplete if not epic….

To fail is to admit defeat

They say conflict builds character. I can’t help but to force a bright filter on the future, and assume positive intent in the most abhorrent moments of instant gratification. My emotions are as unpredictable as San Francisco weather.  What am I missing? 

Stay when I tell you to go 

I love when someone uses the word “nice” to describe another. It’s so polite. What a delicate useless word. A lot of girls when describing themselves or the guy they want to end up with use that word. Nice. Well that would be nice wouldn’t it. If that’s what really mattered to us. If it…