That house that is no longer my home fills me with longing each time I go but I know: home is where the heart is. The school's not the same but neither am I; everything changes with the passing of time. That city never changed 'til I left it behind.
Tag: creative writing
"How come Ken gets to date all of us but we all have to date him?" The girls were sitting around in the living room, Ken upstairs asleep at 4pm. Typical. They had been in the living room for about thirty minutes now, just chatting about the usual: outfit changes, unexpected nudity, and, their favorite … Continue reading Dollhouse
If I try to work hard, I burn out quickly. If I don't work hard, I'll only fail. If I I try to work hard, I always fall short. If I don't work hard, I'll only fail. I'm so exhausted.
"Stop touching your face so much, you're the reason it looks like that." "Why are you so obsessed with yourself?" "Okay but we do look good let's be real." "Seriously, stop digging craters in our skin." "No, that foundation is not your shade." "Yes, your butt is getting flabby." "We've had better outfits, but I … Continue reading Mirror, Mirror
Let's pretend I need a friend I don't know where this darkness ends and I- I can't help but wonder Who I'd be if I had another Let's pretend you want to be In the dark alone with me and you- You don't mind the dark at all You say the dark makes you feel … Continue reading Light Switch
Soft touches, simple strokes Don't you know what your body evokes I only want to do the most I always want to do the most Fingertips slip off your clothes Digging underneath the folds It's on this sin I've overdosed It's on your skin I've overdosed Warmth and wetness are all I feel It's dirty … Continue reading Dirty
"This one's for the lonely" Even when we are together. We're all really alone. "It comes and goes in waves" And it never stops. Until it stops for good. "For the ones who think they can" Never stop believing that you can. Is all of this belief just fruitless naivety? "This part was for her, … Continue reading Tear-Jerker
I've always cared more for where I'm going than where I've been; my past was nice but I did not choose it; the future is all me.
Handle With Care
I do not easily attach, because, when I do, it is with the tenacity of an octopus holding on for dear life; the only way to make me detach is by severing a part of me entirely. Regeneration is possible, but, unlike an octopus, it is a long and arduous process that always leaves scars. … Continue reading Handle With Care
ew, it's sweaty I guess it's kind of nice we're both like really clammy people whatever he likes it just go along with it oh my god how long can he want to do this for suck it up this is what having a boyfriend is like it's not terrible okay it's actually quite hot … Continue reading Holding Hands