Stop. Stop procrastinating. Think of the TED Talk monkey.
Power bottoms and pillow princesses both exist. They're two sides of the same coin.
Trust me, I'm speaking from experience.
A Short Love Story
I liked you
But I wasn't ready to
So instead I left
I don't want you to though
I hope you hate me now
Being on the receiving end of this is my worst nightmare
The risk of doing this to someone else is why I'm not pursuing anyone
One must imagine Sisyphus happy
- Albert Camus
You Mean Nothing to Me
Weathering leaves a substantial impact on the landscape. However, it’s a gradual process. Wimpy rain showers and windy days seem insignificant but eventually chisel away at the most sturdy mountain tops.
The torrent of emotion only started as a light rainfall. I was aware of the situation and throughout the day I’d feel phantom pitfalls in my stomach and intangible pangs against my ribcage as the clouds turned grey.
It didn’t quite sink in yet but slowly and surely the heartache was carving crevices within my psyche. It was a slow, waxing tempest that grew more furious at the mere sight of mundane objects that shouldn’t have reminded me of him.
He certainly left his mark and I wanted to do nothing more than to
make the memories cease.
But oddly enough this internal turmoil wasn’t impelled by hatred. Rather, it was fueled with reminiscence.
I bemoaned this fate. If our interactions truly meant nothing, than why did the world pause when I looked into his eyes? It was just us for a fleeting moment.
When I rested my head against his pounding chest, I was deluded into thinking everything would be alright.
I cried. I continue to cry. I know I will cry.
All it took were a few words.
So half hearted and so hollow but it left me so bothered.
“I didn’t feel a connection.”
Whatever You Say
The jarring disparity between the sweet smile that graces your face
And the wry, snarky retorts you always say
Never cease to befuddle my brain
I adore rhetoric, prose, and breaking down logical fallacies
It's my bread and butter these days
But all that knowledge dissipates when you turn my way
I'm stunned and speechless
For once, I don't know what to say
There has to be a better rebuttal to being called an idiot than this
That's all I can muster in response to whatever you say
Because as soon as I meet your gaze
All common sense flies away
Chaos flurries through my mind and leaves me in dismay
I'll get back at you someday
Not meant to be
What if I chased the red string of fate…
As it slowly unraveled before my eyes
Violently fraying in every direction
Ripping through the wind with a cry
Such a thin, delicate thread to grasp
And it’s spiraling fast
I know it’s gone but I missed what was
Reminiscing over the hazy past
Even as it tears the skin of my palms
I can’t seem to let go of this rope
I miss the rosy red that once gave me high hope
Maybe someday I’ll unfurl my hands
But what if I fall into the abyss?
Will I last?
F is for fuck oh fuck fuck fuck
U is for undying anxiety
S is for shit that hits the fan
I sight is something i lack
LL is a big big big red flag. Run as fast as you can
A is for ass because peaches are great
D is for donkey is an ass
E is for everything will be alright eventually
hoping chaos will finally pass
There are no poems
Or sufficient prose
That can sum up my gratitude
Thank you for greeting me
I appreciate you :)
Covered in Sunshine
A ray of sunshine passing through dew
Evokes a prismatic sliver of light
Whose radiance is akin to a wistful summer night
It’s an ode to flickering bonfires
And a gold kissed sunrise
Rose tinted memories where we assumed everything would be alright
Those were much simpler times
But the sparkling morning dew always reminds me that there’ll be something new
Surreptitious serendipity hidden like the other side of the moon