Stray hearts°

You look at me with kind eyes that stretch into the horizon, and whisper words made from the melody of your heartbeats. You look at me with feelings that flow, pouring flowers from your lips and onto mine. You stay. And I push. And you stay. And I can’t breathe. Because I look at you…

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Contemporary art°

So smoke the flowers in my head into oblivion, desperately trying to turn memories into stories of pure fantasy. Tell me one more time that my bones grew thorns into your delicate skin. Draw on my back the scars of your heartbreak. Shed tears into my palms so I can turn them into a trophy…

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Common.

“How’s your day love?” I asked you, with effortless surrender. “Do you think of me on mornings when your toes are chilly but your heart is weary? When the sun comes up and creeps through your curtains, does it remind you of when we danced on the shores of our sandy words? Do you sometimes…

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Possessed.

 I wish I could shed my skin, breed new cells all over again and start a new pattern.  How I want to be untouched and untainted. I want to be clean of all of you, like a newborn’s skin, shining under the twinkling lights of the nursery If only I could shake you out of…

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Fly away*

If you must, fly away, fly away before you take me down with you. If you can’t help but drown with me, then spread your wings and let go, let go and you’ll see, you’ll be able to fly away. This bubble is so fragile that my breath is bruising it, it’s disfiguring the rainbows…

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Love is him.

–          Do you love me? –          You know that I do. –          But you don’t say it… do you love me? –          That’s because you keep asking me, so I never get a chance to just say it. –          So you don’t love me? –          I never said that. –          Just admit it! –          I…

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Mirror mirror on the wall

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Drown into those girl’s eyes; a shadow of someone I used to know. She used to be so confident and fearless, a doer. And now she just waits. She waits for someone to pick her up and shake her off. You see this girl once used to…

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Wishing Well [GUEST POST]

I have been irritated lately by the repeated posting of certain facebook statuses wishing life had a “ctrl-z” button -an undo button. And I always think it’s a stupid thing, praising that life is a series of mistakes we make that we should enjoy. It has been a while now that I reflect upon a…

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Guest post.

I had the wonderful opportunity upon request, to share a post on Gabriel Ghali’s ( @gabrielghali ) blog, one of my favorite blogs. You can see why when you check it here: Pure heart-felt words that speak his soul. Here’s my guest post My mending heart. Thank you again Gaby for the pleasure of writing…

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His story…

I can smell gardenias when I close my eyes. If I keep them shut and focus I can almost touch the petals with my fingertips. Do you remember when I got you the little white gardenia and told you it reminded me of you? You laughed that melodious beautiful laugh of yours and blushed. You…

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