Jessica Perez
Jessica, 21 I’m really trying to get back into my childhood passion of writing again !
Jessica Perez
Jessica, 21 I’m really trying to get back into my childhood passion of writing again !
Jessica, 21 I’m really trying to get back into my childhood passion of writing again !
Jessica, 21 I’m really trying to get back into my childhood passion of writing again !
I’ve been lost in your eyes
A hundred times before
I’ve sworn fealty to them
Now and forever true
Azure like a blue jay’s cries.
They have brought about in me
A love so intense.
If only I could keep this gaze
When my lover dies.
I give you to God to paint the horizon
And the sky had never looked so blue...
When Do Artist Die?
It is not the moment
Our heart stop beating in our chests.
When we draw our last breath
No.
It is when the candlelight we followed
In this hazy twilight flickers
And leaves us blind to wander this wretched wood
I am a dead man
I spend my evenings among those lucky enough
To never lived at all
We watch the living
There are living on the stage tonight
Were I still a poet
I’d...
“What is it called? I like it.” Lake half whispered.
“It’s Orange Sandlewood, smells great right? In a minute you’ll hear some Ludovico Einaudi, I got sick of the rainforest after my first year in practice.”
Lake breathed deeply, letting air travel into his nose down to his chest and out his mouth. Just like he was supposed to.
“I never got the whole listening to the ocean and rainforest,...
Just Jessica
Jessica’s Jelousy
Jessica’s no love letters
Jessica’s unimaginative poem she wrote herself
Just one love letter
Just one sonnet
Just a reason to say I’ve got something of my own
Just write something like this,
“Jessica’s hand curled around mine
Just so,
Jessica’s lovely laugh and horrid hair in the morning
Just for me only mine
Journeying far for a glimpse of her”
Just like tha...
When your childhood isn’t normal the people you look up to aren’t either. For Pluto Chambers it was Lovely Moore; despite the commonality of strange, uncommon names like Pluto and Lovely in The Garden, Pluto couldn’t help but feel Lovely’s name was particularly fitting for her.
Long ginger hair, and a face splattered with orange-brown freckles and angry brown eyes. Always so angry. Justifiabl...
Never did I think dear that I would not feel you next to me
Neither of us began these lives of ours with one another but it is not much of one with out you dear
No words of comfort
No promises of a better place
No people who cannot comprehend this empty pain
Not a one of them can soothe the wound of your knife
Never does a man think the only comfort he has is the down payment on the space ...
Don’t let them judge you.
They don’t see the necessity.
The patterns smooth the ache.
The lack of them infuriate.
The tap tap tap tap…..
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Don’t let them judge you.
They don’t see the necessity.
The patterns smooth the ache.
The lack of them infuriate.
Tap tap tap tap tap...