Cliches are that way for a reason, and to its detriment love has lost meaning. A poem isn't anything anymore, it's just a few, hole-y lines of cheese. So excuse me my demeanor. I mean no one harm. Just something was broken in an unforeseeable war. There is pausing, and wavering, insecurity and bitterness, and … Continue reading Not a love poem
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I Mean I Said It; I Mean I Showed It.
I do not exist outside of my own mind. I am there everyday so it stands to reason that I do not exist outside of it because I never leave it. I watch the world, quietly, from this prison, and I listen. I listen within this haven's walls to what you may or may not … Continue reading I Mean I Said It; I Mean I Showed It.
Self Evidence
I have a filthy love affair with words. I know them intimately. I know their curves and flow. I know the deepness they can go, the height in which they soar. I know their soft touch; I know their reassurance. Their finality and their indefiniteness. We fail each other all the time. We fight and … Continue reading Self Evidence
Love to Hate
A/N: No date for this, but it gave me chills reading it. I had almost forgotten how it felt to have someone in my life tear me apart... Life, something I love the most. I see it everywhere I go. Activities I love to do, what makes me see things anew. Education, work, programs, things … Continue reading Love to Hate
Faith Taryn Davies 