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Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Loneliness makes the heart grow colder.

Introverts are supposed to get their energy from being by themselves, right? Well then damn, shut down the power plants. Here I am.

I took the posters down last night. The pang of nostalgia was replaced by the sting of lost and forgotten dreams. Only I haven't for...

The voice crept through the walls and fueled the spark of doubt that would later consume its host.

Someone once told me that for an artist to capture the beauty of the world, they must first be exposed to the deepest of pains. To transpo...

It seems unfair that the sight of you -which used to fill me with hope and excitement-  now consumes my thoughts with disappointment and...

Why do I always do the talking? Rather then let silence reign in order to make you think, I fill in the lines and cover up your wrongdoing...

I despise what you can do to me. You leave me defeated, overwhelmed, and uninspired. I end up feeling alone, worthless, and unwanted. S...

I loved you. Not romantically, mind you. But I did love you. But perhaps love is too strong a word. Love is two sided. It requires ...

You've been told one only wants something after they've been told they can't have it because we, as people, are selfish. While...

The moment I feel most alone is the second after the laughter ceases. The sharp inhale to steady one's breath. The pause to compose ...

I can finally look in you in the eye. But now all I want is to spit in your face.

Don't tell me that I am needed. I know. Tell me I am wanted. I forget too easily.

It's not you. It's me. That's who I am taking care of. That's who finally deserves to be happy.

Being strangled by your rope for so long has led me to believe - in my newly found freedom - that numbing myself to avoid the potential ...

The scream in your chest mattered little to me when my ears were filled with the sound of my thoughts.

Realizing that you are not the best thing for me was easy. My bones have known it for quite some time. Giving my mind the time to accept i...

The voices in your head don't deserve the hold they have on you. Not Anymore.

To all the people that have ever doubted their value: You are significant. You probably don't believe me. That's fine. For n...

For Once, I am not going to pretend that this was my fault. It wasn't in my head. I didn't make this pain up. It was you. Su...

The blood flowed as pure as the words from your lips.

Everyday you would take out that old blue pen with the chewed cap and draw a lopsided heart on the back of my hand. You would smile and c...

So the snowflake spent the rest of time searching the storms for another just like her because being unique was suddenly synonymous with fee...

I could see my breath as we made the trek up the hill. The promise of warmth quickened our pace. "I'm just afraid of what they thin...

There is a dark beauty to goodbyes. In the easy departures, there is a scent of what-ifs and could-have-beens. When separating threatens t...

The redeeming aspect of never reaching the top of the mountain is never being force to see that the peak is not all that you expected it to ...

The people that matter most are not necessarily the ones that are by your side, But the people who are praying before you can shed a tear, ...

Just because you got distracted, does not mean that you are ADD. Just because you are organized, does not mean that you are OCD. Just beca...

This is a bit different from what I have previously posted on this blog. It is a snippet taken from an essay I had to write for one of my cl...

There is the person I show. There is the person I hide. There is the person I am. A nd finally, there is the person I am called to be. ...

To be still is to be aware. From this sense of awareness, clarity is achieved as meaning is contemplated. In this heightened glimpse of fo...

I'm not in love. I hardly even know you. You aren't the first. You'll hardly be the last. These feelings, they die These id...

Looking forward, Eyes afraid. Hoping Silently the price was paid. Nodding gently It is done. Somehow feeling. Nobody won. Gently, sl...

In that moment, she knew than picking up the fallen pieces would only add to their number. She left them behind, knowing full well she'd...

and the damned thing is, I wouldn't change a thing.

Do you not see the very hypocrite you publicize is simply more vulnerable than the one in your eyes? He crawled through your ear, consumed ...

Simply because something does not bring you joy or satisfaction does not mean that it does not serve a purpose for others. Who am I to claim...

It's funny how much more painful it is to return to a place you cherish when you know you will be leaving behind those you love.

The moment I knew I loved you was the night you confessed to me you loved another. Ever since I have  been waiting for the right making s...

This one is to all the little boys who wanted to play with dolls. You aren't different. You aren't weak. It doesn't make you ...

Fear of change should never blight one's willingness to share truth and express love.  Change is natural .  Change, bad or good, is ...

A loss of dignity occurs when one chooses to beat themselves before giving others an opportunity to do so.

our recognition  of stereotypes perpetuates their very existence. now go make me a sammich.

An old poem written before my first High School Play, Arsenic and Old Lace. Though my style has changed and the structure is poor, the word...

No, I'm not in love with you. I'm not even in love with being in love with you. I just wanted to feel something. And you were...

Love is more than a feeling. For to a feeling you cannot commit. Love is more of a promise To a person, to not let them quit.

They criticize the quiet. The ones exploring space. The bashful few that let their minds wander. They claim they are lazy. Or stupid. ...

A foreign force began pounding my head. Louder, stronger, faster. I grew tense as my eyes were stunned by the blinding light of morning. I...

The wood is worn From laughter and years. The paint is faded From conversations and tears. The squeals and shouts Seep out fro...