Wherever you are, whatever you are doing right now, whatever you are feeling, and whatever you are perceiving… It is ok. Whether you think you are acting like a saint or behaving like a satan… It is ok. There is no “good” there is no “bad” there is only experience.… Try … More Experience
I feel cold I feel empty I feel drowsy I feel withdrawn. I feel a fucking annoying pop! pop! in my ear, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? I feel like I am being watched, I fell down trodden I feel like a shag. I feel confused I feel unknown, Am I who you think I am? … More Untitled #StarryStarryNite
Or should that be how should I write? I suppose, I started #writing101 to be able to be a better writer – further to that, to write more frequently. At present, I write when I feel like it, which is probably a bad idea. I ought to set a time, place, and space to publish content. … More My writing habits – how do I write?
feeling a funeral in your head, once seemed stupid, kinda crazy, Yes! Possibly? Maybe… I feel a funeral in my head, a stuffy screaming… – Aaaarrrgh! I sit, silent still, because that is how it is done. I was to escape. yes Yes Naimee I am better than this. Yes Anastacia, Yes Anastacia, Tori above, … More Untitled #dickinson
Secret She is an experience, She walks in the shadows, looking for herself, She knows she is on a path – but not where it goes. Walking – one foot after the other – this is how she moves, Walking – not knowing where the next one will land, Walking – each step is an … More One Word is an Inspiration
Sitting Alone, beside yourself. feeling numb. Desire to achieve yet feeling nothing, Namiee Coleman on the radio; that brings you back! A sense of inner comfort – it hugs you, makes you safe, a snug cocoon. How apt. You desire to achieve, to create, to be beauty… but you know not what happens after the cocoon, … More Untitled #alone
Sleep. Sleep, sleeep, sleep! Relax, fall deep. Sleep…sleeep…sleep! forgive, forget, fall numb – not knowing any-one. Sleep… It is now dark, feel warm, relaxed, un-wrapped. Love…love…What is love? love is… …sleeep…
What is Youth? Wanting to be Old, Being old is wanting your youth. Is satisfaction so brief? At Twenty-One, feeling numb, prime gone, lost forever. Stolen.
Monday Musings are a new (read trial) to show off come creativity, some writing or something new. This will start off with poetry (some of it written when I was a wee teenager – so don’t judge 16-21 year old me too harshly). First Poem coming at 12pm! Untitled#21 P.S. as you are … More Introducing – Monday Musings