how much you wish to hold me scold me for being me life isn’t fair I’ve got the flair blame on destiny luck, coincidence, fate or anything you hate how much you wish, truly wish to hold me scold me for being me I am not vain or insane basking in glory ever and ever […]
Not all who wander are lost.
The first place I drove when I got my license was the grocery store. I don’t know why, but all of those lined shelves in sections, labels out, helps remove stress. All’s well with the world there. I don’t even have to buy anything. Just wander and feel better. I waited so long for that license. I used to wish the Barbie dream car were my size and drivable. My Barbies were perpetually getting ready for dates they actually never went on. I had five Barbies and a decent stash of outfit choices but no Ken doll. My Mom said it would be inappropriate for Ken to live in the box with all those girls. Still, I knew Ken was coming. His perfectly coiffed plastic hair and smug perma-smile were worth waiting for because when he did arrive he would take Barbie on a…
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Sometimes all you gotta do is close your eyes, take a deep breath while remembering how young you are…. and chill.
You become whatever we want you to become, using the most powerful and descriptive set of words…
And what still shocks me is how
often the thing that hurts you,
looks like the thing that
– Ian S. Thomas
“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”
— Jaime Gil De Biedma
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
Maybe in our wildest moments we could be the greatest
Jessie Ware – Wildest Moments
I believe a writer’s soul needs more than just the ordinary, It needs those passionate moments Past the extraordinary moments in life. Fire.
Star gazing every night, that was our high.