To wonder at a potential happiness experienced at the side of a competent companion… yes, it can be beautiful and full of laughter and attraction. But to ever expect such beauty to continue after the first accounts of such joy… Ah there’s the trick; that’s the penalty, perhaps, of indulging in so much joy, is that… Continue reading sweet poison
Author: deviant-dixon
caótica
as of lately casi siempre me siento un poco más lento i’ve made decisions q no puedo cambiar no puedo olvidar decisions without revisions i didnt think de q sucedería mientras hacía esas cosas i just acted yo seguí mis emociones sin pensar de los resultados and now espero que yo podía hablar decir que… Continue reading caótica
rise
wake up to a mess, laying undressed, and I’m next to a warm body that i can caress, tracing light lines around his tight spine swept up by tiredness mind distracted by how what I did might be just a bit out of line no podía parar de reír. y siempre él me… Continue reading rise
misconstrued
April 21, 2014 "Your heart is beating really fast," she whispered to him, fear backing every word. His lips that twisted and tongue that tricked her performed those evil kisses, Each kiss was draped in a blinding black lace of hope and inadvisable blisses. He hummed a tune, and she wordlessly hoped that playing with… Continue reading misconstrued
Young
There was a young girl, And that's what she was: Young. Only that idea didn't feel right, Like a pair of pants, Too loose over here, Too tight over there, No, she wouldn't say she was Young, But she was. Her outlook of future, Always oscillated, Hopeful this day, Pessimistic the next, Except the hope… Continue reading Young
Dar Cuenta
Yo arruiné mi presente por pensar que mi pasada va a repetir. Yo vi algunas señales q asocio con el dolor, y hui. Yo no quise quedar y arriesgarme a recibir El tipo de dolor q he sentido muchas veces antes de él. Pero todavía me siento tan mal, llorar como si fuera alguna mujer… Continue reading Dar Cuenta
monday night blues
Although I couldn't commit to calling this day 'useless,' per say, I could attempt to call it something on equal par of depleted energies. Yes, I went to the gym - though, I walked the 30-40 minute journey there, as I was too lost in horrible, angry thoughts to stop for a second and figure… Continue reading monday night blues