• Age: 20
  • Joined: November 2009


to anyone who reads my writing

i will no longer be archiving it on here. if you’re interested, you can follow me at / peace out redbubble!
Posted over 2 years – Leave a comment

Writer's Block

It’s not a “block” that prohibits writing, but quite the opposite. Some sort of a mental wall must be erected to slow down the overwhelming speed of life and allow our thoughts, ideas, memories, and observations to coagulate in all their glory. This is just something I realized and figured I should write down somewhere for next time I’m feeling uninspired.
Posted over 4 years – 4 comments

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bedtime thoughts Warm water and the smell of soap, / The smell of clean and the smell of hope. / In a haze I looked into the mirror / At my stranger face… Grappling Silhouettes burned in candle-lit rooms / Guilt shook the strings between us / But they were tied tight with passion and craving / The most … We dance on the graves of our souls / Celebrating life with applause and too-loud laughter / We are drowning out the soft whisper of our de… Ignorance is bliss? / I would have to disagree. / Its hiss agitates me— / A snake with no venom but a bite that stings. / Blurred lie… I need some inspiration ‘cause my knees are getting weak / From all this balancing I’m doing on the bullshit that’s been … feeding the days stretch, / like pale necks, / reaching, waiting, to be brushed / by petal hands and lips grown flushed. / tongues trace paths thro… Restless My breathing gets labored easily these days. / Maybe it’s the dust. / I welcome mud and blood and sand, / Salt and dirt and spit is fine, /… Destructive, Constructive The moon loomed just above where the Earth met the sky. / It shown the color of mermaid hair— / Shades of gold / From virgin to tarni… comets we’re spending our days drinking in the beauty of the things and people around us / and our nights, thirsty. / in the darkness / our… Free Floating The fish are swindling each other / Brushing fins as they past / Selling a tepid taste for the steep price of perfect love / The surface is… the cold’s got me down the rain on my window’s got me pondering where the wind goes / wondering where the summer goes / when the cold creeps in and sets our… good morning the moments that mean the most / are cast in the early morning light / hues of yellow and white / when we roll over and into each other. / …