How to: Be poetry.

What makes you poetry? To love yourself, you need to realize you are poetry. Let me know in the comments section below. Enjoy! Hold a paw, and wake up to the woof or the meow of a furry cushion. Travel, to the closest grocery store open past midnight and buy that candy you used to … Continue reading How to: Be poetry.

Whisky Words: Project (5)

This is Submission FIVE of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. The woman of substance The tattoo on my collarbone, Attracting the bees around, Is a symbol of my girly bone In the moonshine. My curves are judged In the outfit of my … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (5)

11:11s.

There are some things that bother me every night after 2 AM, after I listen to music with lyrics that do nothing except reminding me that you'll never be mine. It bothers me that I'll never love someone this way ever again. Love changes everyday, and it bothers me that you'll never be my constant. … Continue reading 11:11s.

The big bang theory.

The big bang theory. Big This terrible world we live in, is beautiful. Miracles are all around us. We are miracles. What else do we need to believe? It'll take a second for the next big bang to wipe our existence, and yet every morning the sun colors the sky in hues of orange, yellow … Continue reading The big bang theory.

You, the universe and stardust.

You, the universe and stardust. These are two of my favorite poems. You may not believe in magic, But don't you think it strange, The amount of matter in our universe, Has never slightly changed, That all which makes your body, Was once part of something more, And every breath you ever breathe, Has seen … Continue reading You, the universe and stardust.