Author: indie
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Delusions of a Pretty Little Fool
Someone once told me, “It is not enough to love, But to also be loved in return.“ What weight is that supposed to hold with someone madly in love? Allow me to live in the fire long enough to become one with the flames And if I am engulfed in my own demise, I will…
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The Topic of Toxic Men
With a subject like this it is no wonder why this page has been blank for a week. I am hardly a person to give advice to anyone but I must say, I am quite the scholar on this subject. There is just this one thing.. Who wants to really reflect on their past mistakes,…
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The Moon and I
It is 2am and I think I have lost my pride. Somewhere between fighting for the urge to go back to sleep and inner wars keeping me awake, I have reached a state. A state unknowingly to me, unexplainable and foreign. Yet prompting enough to take me outside, at 2am, with the cicadas. I would…
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Morning thoughts
My soul, ever so wandering, needs for something extreme. I cannot possibly live in the ordinary. It will drive me mad, and quite frankly, Iād rather die than to live a life that is conventional.
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Sense and Sensibility
Your heart, seemingly broken yet so desperate to be loved I can feel you Your goodbyes disguised as pleas for people to stay I can hear you You paint yourself blue yet crave for someone to brush you a different hue I can see you You believe you smell of hopelessness but your stench gives…
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Untitled.
I was left open to bleed out. Hurt and in pain, pained and in hurt. Vulnerable to anything around me, you made your way in. You infected me, and it felt like love. You had gentle hands and an even gentler soul. I couldn’t see the knife you hid. I began to heal. My cut…
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Wallow
There I was. Naked, and bare thought. In the middle of the ocean. I had gotten far enough to not see anyone, Or anything, But god and his creation. Blue. Head and body against the waves, I was at peace. I was in a state of oblivion. I rested in the water and let it…
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