My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery store only a couple quarters in her pocket. In a simple exchange, she places them on the counter and returns home with a box of Bisquick. Her eyes scan each… Read on
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She fades in and out of existence. Her violet hair pierces through the warmth of spring. She only appears when the frost of winter has seeped into the soil and leaves just as the August sun rises. But even in the short time she’s in town. She pleasantly stains every corner of your life. She’s… Read on
As summertime sadness begun and inundated me, It caused me look at the time I had with you As the evergreen tree blew in the wind and filled the empty silence with shushing So did your beautiful locks of black hair with your smile as wide as a banana As autumn time sadness begun, it… Read on
Je me suis toujours demandé, À quoi ressemblerait la vie après ma mort. Tout n’est pas mauvais. C’est une sensation de noyade, Mais plutôt que le manque d’oxygène, Il y a un manque de substance, Un manque de sens physique. La pression reste, Pas de l’eau au-dessus, Mais des souvenirs remplissant l’eau, Exhortant mon esprit… Read on
not gon lie imma lover y’all i always have been a lover always will be i have loved love since i was a small child it’s an infatuation that will never fade i long for love real love true love not unrequited love not a false sense of love not a toxic love a pure… Read on
My arms shake and my heart races. Time swoops down from the sky, flaunting its feathers in front of my face It grazes my fingers as it flies. I reach up to grab its wings, to get a grasp on Time, however my fingers slip, I lose my grip And my skin starts to sting.… Read on
