Category Archives: philosophy

little things

It’s funny,how we learn to appreciate the little thingsyou know, how the sky still has a tinge of light at 5:33and you smile to yourselfmaybe even feel that shiver of electricity run through your veinsthe whisper of warmer weather calls to youand suddenly the bitter cold winters seem bearablethere’s pleasures to be had ahead.

Oh January

I never liked January, it’s always felt stark white, cold, in comparison to the whimsical nature of December. I guess that makes sense, I’ve always been a one foot on the ground, head in the clouds kind of person. I try to see the good in everything, when I can remember to, when I’m notContinue reading “Oh January”

playing with fates

He’s just a boy, at heartchasing pretty facestrying to bury his demons in flesh. I’m just a girl, at heartpulling up my drawbridgeplaying princess, alone in my ivory tower. We’re just bad for each other, at hearta chemical reaction not meant for this life.

conflicting storms

He asks me if I love himI say not yet how could I?I barely know himhe hasn’t seen me. He thinks love is a tempestblowing in and bringing chaos in it’s wakedestroying what has been.I think love is a warm summer breezetickling my skinwarming my facewrapping me in sweet seduction. So who is righthow doContinue reading “conflicting storms”

28 Reflections

I just spent the afternoon riding my bike around town, in the rain.Although I am covered in rain water, sweat and mud, I can’t help but feel cleansed.Maybe it’s because I’m on the heels of my 28th birthday, and I always feel extra emotional around this time, or maybe it’s because the last two yearsContinue reading “28 Reflections”

Lost Love

I’m afraid to fall in love againbecause it feels disloyal. Like if I do it meant I didn’t love him as much as I said I didas much as I know I did. But what else is there to do? I loved a boyin very many ways we grew up together. The difference is hisContinue reading “Lost Love”

scared of the dark

I’m scared of the dark  Mostly Except when I’m feeling particularly apathetic Then I think  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad If some unknown entity swallowed me whole 

Spinning Out

Spinning Outthey call ityou’re losing controlthey call ityou’re making no sensethey call itwe don’t want to deal with itthey call ityour feelings are too muchthey call ityou’re making it upthey call itit’s not real they call ityou’re faking itthey call ityou want people to feel bad for you they call it. We’re so sorrythey callContinue reading “Spinning Out”

Cupids Arrow

I sat in front of my full length mirror, putting on my makeup slowly, letting the gentle brush strokes caress my cheeks as I admired my work. Each action was made with intention, a subtle manifestation for a night of pleasure and love ahead. Me and Ahava had told our boyfriends we didn’t care whatContinue reading “Cupids Arrow”