I used to chase people like a child chases the moon. Then you came along, your subtle entrance made me go from chasing to floating on every cloud I saw. The child who used to chase the moon became a woman. Who now likes staying still in front of a love she waited so long ...

Time ceases when she enters a room   Her existence is the eminence of perfection   She has a voice that quells your clamor   For she is your – Nubian Goddess   Her whisper settles your uneasiness   Her touch transports your mind   Allowing your body to transcend worlds   For she is ...

I left for hell in a handcart. I waved goodbye, wished them well. I vowed a postcard from the fiery pits, signed by vagabond, me.   On my way to the ground, I stopped at a pub crawl. Somehow this place led me to heaven. I was one over the eight when I stumbled outside. ...

I long for you in the shadows dream of you at night   Wonder what you’re thinking and if your day is alright   I long to snuggle up with you and keep you warm at night   Long to be your coffee cups that kiss your lips just right   Or replace that shiny ...

I turned your growler into a vase for my flowers.   All my friends point at my bad behavior, but after being broke I have no fear. They say I’m putting my life in danger; but my friend became my love and my love is now a stranger.   I remember running down the alley ...

Am I pretty enough yet? To make you love me, To crave me, To want me as badly as I wanted you. I fixed everything, inside and out. I scrubbed at the deepest parts of my soul until they came out shiny, pleasant and new. Those ugly things, I buried deep down for you.   ...

Mila carried a baby in her arms. The street on which she limped down shrouded in the pitch of night. A cold breeze blew in and attacked her face, fingered her hair. She held the baby tighter to her chest. Cars still being eaten by flames from the inside out cast a weak orange glow ...

show me what you’re made of all that glitter and gold spontaneous emotions roll around like coins panic fills your eyes hate fills your soul maybe it’s your fault the way things went this time perhaps you prefer to blame the world for one more failure life is what we make it shapes us no ...

The whole situation is just like weird. I miss him, I truly do. I am not really sure what aspect in particular, but I do know I miss him. Which I guess is a normal part of a break up. Our drive was not long nor short; it still wore down the tires. But the ...