using other people's words because i have none of my own ( Read more... )

what is brilliance? i have been deliberating for months on this question. i thought i knew what i was good at until i began speaking to random people after class, over lunch and tea, for hours at a time, and i felt them all more brilliant. i never thought of myself as smart, or intelligent, but i have never felt so inadequate. self-esteem is too ( Read more... )

i wanted to write some poetry for a competition to win us some money to buy a house but i came here instead. words don't come easily these days, i read so much but write so little. i used to write to displace my feelings but now i feel fearful writing lest i echo just another person's said here and there. used to write to decant emotions, used to ( Read more... )

sometimes the cold seeps in from the outside no matter how we shut the windows. i haven't written for a long, long time, i thought it was because i was better. do we only write about things we don't want to feel...do we only write to give these feelings a name we can call by ( Read more... )

hot tears but no more coffee please ( Read more... )

i try to speak but you won't listen
and when you're gone
you still feel near me

for a while, for a little while

what do you do the night before someone you love is about to die ( Read more... )

we are all made of voids seeking to fill and be filled ( Read more... )

you sit by the waterfall washing away all your sadness;
i cup my hands and drink from the water downstream.

no love is perfect-
what is it about perfection that we want
or is it merely the absence of hurt
that we crave so much?

lets cut these friendship bands off our hands and dance in the rain till we grow cold ( Read more... )