LadySpark

Hello, loves. It's been a long time. I'll be using this topic as a sounding board and journal like page where I can discuss the projects I'll be working on ...

i. tornadoes i am not your poetry. you will never save me from my burning buildings or make the rain stay in my clouds. you will spend your whole life ...

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Hello, just an oldie who's back visiting for awhile. Writing was never a career goal that I imagined myself having, I loved writing but I wasn't really interested in doing ...

tornadoes i am not your poetry. you will never save me from my burning buildings or make the rain stay in my clouds. you will spend your whole life trying ...

thoughts i have when driving home i will take you home with me. i will take you to my mountains, show you where you can really breathe. i will show ...

the resilience of a soul you are a mountain of a man. you carry woods in your soul when people are brave enough to walk through them you send your ...

from when i was sixteen you and i are the spring showers. you are the pitter patter in the morning, against mama's kitchen window. i am the torrential downpour that ...

the very end of the story tell me, teeth against skin, cigarettes against skin about the whispers of oceans breaking against your rib cage-- the shouts of waves braking against ...

when i watch you walk away honesty and truth. a bright faced boy with blue eyes who knows how to lie. honesty and truth-- and my fingers caught between the ...

recovery; noun when I'm stuck in my maze of thoughts you say, here's to never pulling the trigger, darling. here's to making it out alive. you tell me that recovery ...

a not so abusive love did i tell you about the dream i had? about where you took off all my clothes doused them in gasoline used the fire to ...

i wait and i wait but your sun never comes here, underneath this moon, is where i found you sitting, with your legs crossed, looking up at the sky. here, ...

i am oil, you are fire you are the thing that caught fire. i looked down and my hands were covered in blisters. the smell of soot was filling my ...

the prayer of going nowhere going nowhere a half mended soul is better than none at all this is what you decide, at 3 am staring yourself in the eye ...