Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Bottled Fortune
All Systems Go
Sometimes you just don't know Sometimes you don't wanna know Sometimes it's your heart Sometimes you don't know where to start Take in the scene Take in the gentle breeze Don't worry if it's more Life doesn't stop for storms All systems go In a race for the stars Towards a new home A... Continue Reading →
Cheeks
I wake up and look in the mirror Cringe at the disheveled sight Every imperfection Blemished cheeks and bloodshot eyes My every critique Every Part Of Me Has me screaming My nose grows Every line in my face now creasing So seemingly Devoid of beauty, destined to be the beast... So I step back And... Continue Reading →
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. XIII: Revisiting the Watchmaker
*A Note: To fully understand this post, you must first read Little Miss Hobbs, Pts. VI-XI: Applause for the Watchmaker* The moon splashed the curtains with a cheerful shade of gray as the twilit corridors of her humble home filled with the sound of thunderous rain. Little Miss Hobbs had taken the trouble of rearranging everything just before bed... Continue Reading →
Thoughtsthoughtsthoughts
As the stars align and the moonlight shines in the back of my mind making space for time and time is all I need for me to finally breathe there's not enough air, it seems there's not enough salt in the sea yet the salt will soon overthrow all the water and sand, like snow... Continue Reading →
December Rose 