Tag: past

Emo Never Dies

Can't fight it. Never could.

Whom

This one is about you, at least.

What it Means to Wait

Time is fleeting.

If I Could

We do not get to choose who we love.

Thirteen Hours

Thirteen hours: The amount of time it takes To travel from "I love you" To "I have to walk away." Thirteen hours: That number fills my head. What was full of life at noon Was gone, then. It was dead. Thirteen hours: Consistent with my fears. That's how long it takes one's love to simply ...

The Old Winchester Line

I have driven the old Winchester Line. A road that you are lucky to avoid, the road wherein my heart had been destroyed. I keep driving the old Winchester Line. Each day, I drive the old Winchester Line. With each trip I have slipped into the void, to feel angry, or distressed, or annoyed. Always ...

A Man I Once Called Dad

Carmen, A man I once called "Dad" Of all the emotions you've provoked, The complex words that could be spoke, Somehow it always falls back To sad. Or angry. When I think back and reminisce To the important times and moments The defining traits, events, opponents One thing that they all just seem to miss ...

A Hibernation of the Heart

With snow on the horizon, The green upon the trees will dwindle. Tragic winter as its symbol, The heart goes still and quiet. The summer took its toll, And though the sun was warm and kind, The heart must keep in mind The deep, impending cold. The glucose of the shrubbery, That once was gnawed ...

Tired Words

I've written it over and over, In a thousand ways. Sometimes I wrote it creatively, And sometimes I wrote it, Like this, Blatantly. And I could write it a thousand more times, Whether or not it's iambic or rhymes, Another alternative, alliteration, With a clever false rhyme illusion, In Fragments half, Could I say that. ...