April222013

someone said he loved me once
he proved it with bruises because
we hurt the ones we love.
(you just inspire that reaction in me)

someone said he loved me once
he proved it with silence because
love like this is best kept secret.
(other girls would be so jealous)

someone said he loved me once
he proved it with apologies
we’re just not built for monogamy.
(I always come back to you)

someone said he loved me once
he proved it with indifference
when it’s right, it’s easy.
(I like that you don’t make me try)

no one says they love me now
so there is nothing to prove
and no lessons to learn.
(and nothing at all left to say)

{hbb.}

poetry 

December122012
writeworld:


Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
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writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

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12AM
writeworld:


Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

12AM
writeworld:


Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

12AM
writeworld:


Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

12AM
writeworld:


Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

January202012
“Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?
Can the writer isolate and vivify all in experience that most deeply engages our intellects and our hearts?
Can the writer renew our hope for literary forms?
Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so we may feel again their majesty and power?” Annie Dillard (via writingquotes)
December132011
5PM

a blurb.

I knew I had come there because I was no longer sure I had made the right decision. I knew I was there to let him make me forget. I knew, as he timidly reached up to touch my face, that I wouldn’t say no this time. I knew, as his lips met mine, that I would lose myself in him, like I used to, that I would sink to my knees and worship. That my soul’s insistent prayer for forgiveness would have to wait. That I had never stopped loving him, not really. That we would find that place where we used to make shelter; with the benevolence of the sun washing over us, and the wildness of our dream coming true. That what the world had forgotten, what we had broken, we would fix.

4PM

plot bunnies. everywhere. what.

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