Tag: Poetry

She Thinks Too Much (She, Part Two)

I’ve been in a poetry mood lately, guys. She thinks too much. She philosophizes and soliloquizes, and when nobody’s looking, she writes things down. She analyzes both what she does and what is done to her, and she chastises herself for the majority of it — but then she stops.

Rhyming as Therapy

Why can’t I┬álive future memories as I do when I relive them? I don’t treat time as I should– I want it to be steady. Because change is good, But only when I’m ready. But time has the frustrating ability to be steady and changing at the same time. Constant,


If there’s a place for one’s sorrow to crawl, then let it crawl. For one’s pain, embarrassment — for one’s inability to tear down one’s past view of the future. To stare at it and see it as foreign, a canvas once put up that bleeds into the wall, forever

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