May 4, 2015
He asked why I like to write poetry and I just said it was because I wanted to understand every single one of his colors.
May 2, 2015
I hate people, but oh do I love writing about them.
May 2, 2015
Be beautiful enough to understand the meaning behind beauty and how it’s not defined by appearance.
May 1, 2015
they think forever yet what about after when laughter lessens and the love you gave was mere cancer
Apr 30, 2015
The realization is that we are only ever a want and not ever a need.
Apr 29, 2015
Sadly, we live in a world where privileged white people believe they have the capability to fathom what it’s like to be an unprivileged African American, who doesn’t understand anything other than the violence in which …
Apr 28, 2015
We live in a world where everybody wants to be the pretty crier.
Apr 27, 2015
birds and boats sleepless holes hearts upon beds sheets left dead we lied a tune a song of sultry three times too rough beyond the road, the willow the sign that said enough we licked our sheets flew with bees stood upo…
Apr 26, 2015
We were twisted in a sense that nothing else truly mattered. We could die and that was it. We just were and the moment simply was, and it happened to be perfect regardless of all our imperfections.
Apr 25, 2015
I think, maybe, at the time I was just lonely.