Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

I want to wake up next to you Wrapped around in your arms Or back to back on the opposite sides of the bed All I want is to know your presence I want to wake up smelling coffee Brewing, while you try to cook breakfast It's either burnt or slightly cooked We opt for … Continue reading Poem Day 5: Sunsets and Beds

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Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate

Photo by Alex Robert via Unsplash  Is there such a thing as soulmates in the romantic sense of the term? I once thought a past love of mine was my soulmate. Though my evidence was shallow and my reasons could be pure coincidences and not handed out by fate. Now, 12:20 a.m on the clock … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate

Falling Apart and Burning

I am sitting in a burning room and all I can say is that I am fine. By the next few minutes, I would be buried with the ruins of my sanity. I am watching flames dance until everything becomes ashes along with my desire to live. Turned off my phone, my Wifi, and social … Continue reading Falling Apart and Burning

ironic inspiration

Thank you for the love Unconditional I am blessed But you have damned my poetry With every touch I hear angels With every written line The devil would detest Hell bent on ruins Of my pathetic verses Interrupting my flow It’s love, for all they know Passion and angst Replaced with a metaphor Stripping my … Continue reading ironic inspiration

Pieces of Peace: “New Love, past pieces”

Now explain to me this: how can you possibly love me? How you can love someone so damaged baffles me because I can’t see what you see. But I would like to welcome you here, where every single one of my relationships came to die. Oh they’re all still alive; they just decided they were … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: “New Love, past pieces”

Pieces of Peace: i am not your manic pixie dream girl

I could just be some hipster wanna be but instead you called me a “manic pixie dream girl” some two dimensional literary trope. It was sweet at first how you liked me the moment you saw me though that should’ve been a red flag. You said the moment you saw me and not the moment … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: i am not your manic pixie dream girl

To the Pretty One

Pretty my heart stops Pretty my heart hurts I could stare at you forever Because I can see a lifetime in your eyes Your shy smile may say you’re not ready But I know how to wait I die a little inside when you look away With your back turned I feel the seconds pass … Continue reading To the Pretty One

Cynical Hopeful

It’s easy to mistake the first time as love. Because no one finds “the one” in the first try, if so then you are a lucky bitch. Others have to go through hell and meet every single asshole in the dating pool before finally meeting the 1% of people where there are mutual interests. Or … Continue reading Cynical Hopeful

Confusing Metaphors and Wanted Inspiration

Wine and chocolates Flowers and books Doe eyed innocence  and lipstick stained looks Rain pouring  in the summer horizon Spring air scents in the month of autumn Memories swept by October winds chilling into December mornings I create metaphors that never made sense Hoping you'll give me the proper lessons Because based from personal experiences You … Continue reading Confusing Metaphors and Wanted Inspiration