Originally posted on thewritingsofnatalia: It seems as if the deepness of my open wound heart that leaks tears of love and pain are all too much for the ears of someone who hasn’t learned to see. Oh, let me not confuse you as their eyes have been opened to some degree but maybe in times…
Read my poem for this month’s issue of Kindergarten Mag! There is a natural peace that lies all throughout nature. Some people see it for themselves and yet, carry on so well. Others hear it’s calling…. Click here to continue reading the rest on Kindergarten Mag!
The days go on and I’m not sure which ones are grey and which ones aren’t anymore. The clouds and blue skies intermix with each other so well I find myself asking, who are you today? Love is Love is Love. When we ask for Love, what do we ask for? To be loved? ToContinue reading “Love is Love is Love”
Any moment with you is one worth spending; Whether we stare at our screens or each other in the eyes— any moment with you is a moment worth spending. To me, these moments aren’t spent. Instead they roam and flutter about in the warm cool air of spring. I watch them pass me by likeContinue reading “Another Sunset with You Worth Spending”
That some days, I don’t want to write. The non-negotiables I write on my wall that I stare at in despair, should I be ashamed? Balancing it all is a circus act on it’s own, can one forgive me for wanting to run away from it all or will you turn your head? In shameContinue reading “Should I Be Ashamed?”
I don’t know who reads this; but thank you. When I think of writing, when I talk about writing, there’s nothing else I think I could do, would do, want to do. I’ve been faced with people who pick up the papers, give me a quizzical look, and hand it back. I don’t care forContinue reading “Thank You for Understanding”
Drowning in boxes, drowning in sorrow. Call it seasonal depression, call it my life. Another day, another day. How the sun and moon revolve around one another playing flirtatious games with my heart. It’s 4:44 and nights of no matter run on and on through my mind. People I have no care for; moments notContinue reading “It’s 4:44 and I’m drowning”
It seems as if the deepness of my open wound heart that leaks tears of love and pain are all too much for the ears of someone who hasn’t learned to see. Oh, let me not confuse you as their eyes have been opened to some degree but maybe in times of weakness and deathContinue reading “I Love How Repelling My Words Are”