when she broke his heart, she broke it harD. yet, i was the one he blamed for her actIons. he was desperate for a yell-back girL. it didn't matter to him when all that i couLd smell is the whiskey in his breath. see? i'm nOt the one to blame. wheN the fault is on [...]
She’s his Bonnie Parker Wanting that thrill ride He’s her Shakespeare Acting out a fairytale
There was, this saying That all good things Must come to an end, And things starts to bend. There are walls built, To stand the hurricanes. At twelve, Bridges are crossed Mountains are climbed But often play pretend As we go 'bout the day Our minds tend to evolve. Everyone has their monsters That they [...]
My mind is Blonde. I don't run out of love When I held the glass of bubbly in my left. Beautiful blue, greens by the fireplace While our children howl under the moonlight and the stars, And the atmosphere of how we fell apart. I don't have the heart to lie to you. You should [...]
I found my old journals. The ones that I’ve written story ideas and my notes on Women’s Roles Throughout the Decades that I’ve never even finished at all. It’s great to just read them and see the things that I was into when I was young. They smell like dust and were inside my closet [...]
Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net American Boy, My name in his lips To curse, to burn. I was only nothing. American Boy, Full of pride But nothing else In his cold heart. Oh, how dumb I was? I fell for An American Boy With a mind like his.
So yesterday, I had so much free time before class started. I began to pace back and forth in one place of the hallway, listening to music. That I don't often blast through the speakers when I'm home alone. Long story, short. I wrote a few poems about "blind love" in my journal. xo
https://youtu.be/fkplDcv5E1E This is one of my favourite modern poems. It's written by Taylor Swift as part of her reputation album. xo
Photo from Pixabay We were dancin' 'round the living room floor While the neighbours pound the door To the radio and our favourite song, I'm in your arms where I truly belong
Photo from Wikimedia You were an English boy In the Scottish breeze And it feels like home. When fireworks blossomed On the purple, blue sky, It's such a beautiful night With you!
Photo from pxhere Used to pick up white dandelions Off the grass and blow them away Pretty much the highlight of my day Remembered that Welsh breeze, Blowing through my raven hair That feels like home sweet home A twelve year old, Lent Lily Making welsh cakes With the ladies of the backroom Singing praises [...]
Art by Anna Pishko Before he calls me up... Before he makes up lies... Before he wants to ask me... I just want him to know Darling, I can see through him I see through his "pain" And that's not okay He pretended to suffer on a cross Because I was actually right He cried [...]
Photo found on Google He threw me into a riot That left me badly bruised. He burnt me into a fire That got me screaming. He went around saying That I was delusional When I've created A universe in my head. He said that I was crazy But honey, I'm only me. He said that [...]
Photo found on Google Lavenders are the roses of the French. It can be scattered like starlight. Though mystical and beautiful, It can't be a wish for a million dreamers.
Photo found on Google She saw the plainness of his words Like a firefly under the moonlight. It was timeless just like a disco ball. She'd believe to be truer than true. Jane and Emily aged her mind With tales, she'd only dreamed and The choir sung a thousand songs But none were about the [...]