I’m so tired of pining over someone who’s not here, thinking dreaming will help her materialize and waltz right up to me when I’m ambling down the sidewalk, the stars don’t align in the right places and there aren’t ‘precious’ moments in life, I’ve gradually lost the will to hope for a life better than…
Tag: creative writing
That Ragtime though
I’ve never been to New Orleans and learned what little I know about the culture from HBO’s Treme. I do like jazz though. Now, some jazz is inaccessible like abstract philosophy. You can only listen to it from a distance and wonder (in awe or repulsion) about what’s really going on. But play a Benny…
The Catalysts
She never really believed in destiny; fortune; kismet; not even in the three old hags, the Fates, that she read about in Greek Mythology. But as she stood outside the office, something inside her felt like all that she had gone through led up to this one particular moment and that her life was going…
tell tale wonders
Tell me how it feels, To hold my heart in your hands, And be so carefree and reckless, Because I wish I didn’t care, wish it didn’t affect me so boldly, But every time I find myself clinging to the words you let linger, Clutching my heart as though it were struck a thousand times,…
blurred state of mind
Do you ever wonder what we could have been? If we were two different souls, though I’ve grown far too introspective to let myself think we were good together. Ruminations and such running through my mind Keeping me trapped in the nightmares that refuse to let me sleep. Such a tranquil state lost on my…
Lost in the Stars (looking up)
She’s watching, jotting down all her thoughts and dreams and absent minded trains… Waiting for the time when you ask her. That way, she’ll know what to say, how to say it and just the right way to sound. She hopes that you’ll approve, want to hear more and listen with intent. But she knows…
