Sometimes I rip out my heart to watch it beat Because I no longer feel it's rhythm in me And when it's in my hand I go dance in the street To remember the feeling of ground under feet We're just bodies, we're just flesh and bone And my heart is the one in control … Continue reading The Man I Am
Tag: Creative Writing
Helium Balloons
Smoking a cigarette on the street just outside of Amwell Green, under the light of the moon I gave in. It was official, no turning back. I felt instantly lighter, like helium balloons and iridescent bubbles. My phone buzzed with the first like and comment and i smiled. I looked up to the sky and … Continue reading Helium Balloons
la douleur exquise
I've sat staring at this empty screen for 20 minutes. Large cappuccino. Room fan on full. A unknown song plays (fall to water washed away, all that water washed away). Someone else's things surround me and this room is not mine. My hair is blonde now and I've put on a few pounds, my yellow … Continue reading la douleur exquise
Burning Man
I burned a man in a wheelbarrow at the bottom of my garden as flames scorched and blackened he smiled he smiled the same as he did the day we met he smiled the same as he did the day we first made love yeah, he smiled just the same no pain did cross his … Continue reading Burning Man
What’s Left For a Lover?
If I could be in love with you My life would be ok But when you can't even love yourself What's left for a lover? Its probably always been you But right now everything around me is see-through Even you. And maybe I see my future held inside your ribs And maybe all my truths … Continue reading What’s Left For a Lover?
Tornado Heart
you were a beautiful disaster created inside my tornado heart sorry to my lost lovers for the storm inside my arms I'd have held onto you closer if I knew that you'd survive I just hope you can forgive me and admit at least I tried
Janus
Autumn is breaking down While I'm still broken It all dies in the winter Yet I am already dead As my tears water my hopeful bones Nothing grows inside my head And I know That leaves turn golden And snow is always pure But my exposed and broken ribcage Is still holding all my hurt … Continue reading Janus
77 days
Absent for 77 days. Damn that's a long time! I wish I had a better excuse than the ones I'm about to make but quite frankly, I don't. Talk about writers block...I guess it wasn't a case of not having anything to say but yet having too much to say. So much so that it … Continue reading 77 days
Call Me King
Blanket of pink, lay me down I'm out of mind but you don't mind Your minds been missing for a week Lay me down let me help find what you seek Lost for a week But now I'm finding myself inside these sheets No more hide and seek We're not children anymore Let me lay … Continue reading Call Me King
Validation
I guess I've always craved validation one way or another, be it someone telling me they think I look hot in my photos or a co worker telling me I did the right thing by leaving a job, sending that all important outfit pic to a friend before a night out and even trying to … Continue reading Validation