Nothing happened. Maybe it did. Who knows?
Tag: Thoughts
All You Do Is Lie
I have everything one could only dream of.
Motion Alert
Being around him is like standing under a cloud raining acid.
Love in the Afternoon
Why does it feel like Emilian’s constantly reading my mind?
Life Is Strange
I am a clean sheet of paper, inside and out. What I think will be written and carried out.
Little Flower – Published on Spillwords
New poetry, published in Spillwords Press.
Everything Happens for a Reason
I have to tell you something…
Together
I screamed so loud, for years…
Love and Pasta
It’s eight and my heart plummets. Am I nervous? That never happens…
Independence Grinch
I’ve had enough of these traditions already. Maybe.
Liquid Courage
She looks like an exotic mermaid wading through turquoise.
Interesting Private Things
I feel my sunflower move closer to me, gripping my shoulder. I think it’s afraid… Because I am.
Slip Into Somewhere
Slip away.
Eight-Year-Old Little Girl
Someone was watching. She knew.
Losing Control
We touch each other’s hands as we reach for the papers.
Control
After Timothy left my place to catch his flight to the District, I dig out the note Emilian gave me from my backpack.
Someone Is Inside My Head
Some dreams I don’t understand.
Vibes
It was like I walked into her light and felt this immense harmony deep down. Everything was in balance.
Synthetic Soul
Moldable metal magic shell.
A Thousand Kisses and One Note
With his usual murderous glare, Emilian watches me approach.