Hopeless romantics Cling to connection Like baguettes and bike rides, or Late nights laying in the park– Gazing golly and glee– The stars tell stories To the eyes that gaze upon them. Advertisements
Tag Archives: writing
8.13.19
A wife by now Someone’s by now Someone by now A life by now Something by now Somewhere by now. If not now, what now? –notes on existential dread
8.11.19
Two nights ago I looked through a telescope at Saturn, Jupiter and the Moon, And was horrified. My mom laughed on the phone as I Recanted the story. “How small and insignificant we are. I’m an ant to the Universe.” I awake from a bizarre space dream to a girl crying on my doorstep, her…
06.30.19
If I have no purpose, Or passion, No legacy to leave behind Let my sole intention be to be kind.
06.26.19
In heat– A slice of sunlight Creeps through the curtains, Marking the bed sheet before us. Hot, heavy Hand holding At dawn.
6.24.19
Early mornings, Late nights, Long days And Short episodes of love.
06.17.19
Full Moon, Full bloom, Today I am one year older.
6.14.19
The birds begin chirping at 4 The sun rises at 5 Though, on a Satutday Our city sleeps until noon. So, the birds go unheard, The sun waits, unnoticed.
06.10.19b
I hid from a boy I loved Not in fear of him But of the sight Of my reflection in his eyes. Though, it was I who couldn’t see clearly. Soon, I realized the nights I had prayed for love God had answered me over and over again By sending me to myself. But, I…
06.10.19
Why live in fear, When you can live in faith?
