My life’s so messed up this time around That all I see are scribbles. So I’ll sleep in hope tomorrow will Bring meaning to this work of art. Advertisements
A mini-poem for each! My parents We had perhaps a bit of a rough start, for neither you nor me got my feelings I later saw how much you love me how you taught me to be kind and that is good enough for me. My sister We too had a rough beginning, but I enjoy your […]
People come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes and textures and layerings. Some come box-shaped from trying to fit themselves into one, some big, capable of filling up an entire room, some are soft and fuzzy, others slippery, some wear their hearts on their sleeves and still others layered like the earth: few get past the […]
Today (11/20/15) was the last day of being a child. It was also a good day. I went to math lecture early to talk to a certain someone who discovered taobao.com (for those of you who still have not, it’s basically Chinese Amazon but everything is extra cheap). Have fun reading the Chinese, I said. “Fuck,” […]
You make me laugh and smile wide as if I don’t already. You’ve Uncanny skill to melt my heart as if it needed melting still. He sees in me someone unique a someone with soul bright and free… Ah well, We’ll look back one day and we’ll know the stories that were meant to be.
I miss playing piano everyday but it’s always such an inconvenient hour when I realize what it is I’m missing so once again I’ll resolve to fill it in tomorrow.
it’s just a feeling of people are fascinating creatures but at times I tire of talking to them and boys I like are a rare species he’s wonderful but I know all too well to invest this much is dangerous it is hard to talk about my problems because everyone has their own someone needs to […]
So I searched up quickwrite topics, because I needed inspiration and I found most of them kind of dumb (thank goodness elementary school days are over). But here we go! All of these are spectacularly quick: Write about going back to school after summer vacation. I’m so excited to be sitting here in this hard small fake-wood […]
He and I had something quietly beautiful golden as the silence we loved but it was sometimes a stiff careful kind of beauty You and I have something less serious more inviting fluid carefree drunk more vivid and more Alive
Even for the hurt and the tears, maybe I still love him. He’s an old favorite book, once fiercely loved and still loved but for now I’ll keep him on the shelf.