we …

we fall from grace. we save face. we resolve our faults. we discover unfound flaws. we heal even if we don’t feel. we fall while standing tall. we run despite never finding our stride. we cry in our lost efforts to try. we rise and shine in a gloomy dark. we smile through the pain….

manifested romance.

he is not a potential suitor but your attraction to him is spurred by irrational emotions.  it is neither lust or love — it is merely aching, perpetual loneliness.  the hangover of an empty bed.  sleep with yourself.  an affair with dignity before you can expect another to genuinely lay next to you. “being single,…

if our timing is true.

oh, matthew barber, how you make my heart swoon. his lyric, “if our timing is true,” is the epitome of my broken hearted mixtape.  the bittersweet truism of a wild child wanting to love and be loved while remaining free. gypsies are romantics too.  but that’s a secret between me and you. if our timing…

long whiskey-fuelled nights.

i’m sure we’ve all had them.  a night when a beer turns into a bender; a weekend doused in whiskey.  followed by the monday morning booze blues.  a pledge to your kidneys that “i won’t do that again [anytime soon then]”.  the somber scroll through your text message history to discover the regretful truth you…

the refuge i find in you.

fatally fragile a melody of malaise illicit drugs and whiskey-fuelled days. ♠ mortally manic a hysteria of fear tempered anger and the pain from that lost year. ♠ brokenly beaten a shadow of regret bruised ego and a memory to forget. ♠ staggering strength a hope to renew trusted soul and the refuge i find…

the wanderess.

a wandering mind that takes forbidden thoughts to curious spaces. a beating heart that takes passionate love to foreign places.

who is your hadley?

You would think that with the passage of time, not being with you or hearing from you, you would fade away, but no, you are as much with me now as you were then.
Hemingway to his Hadley.

35 days on the (yellow brick) road.

“you’re on your own.  and you know what you know.  and you are the one who’ll decide where to go.”   -dr. seuss it is the strangers you meet on the road that you end up falling madly in love with.  the likeminded drifters that become darling soul-friends.  at least that is what my literary…

the push-away-good-bye.

The anticipation of a hello. The ambivalence of saying goodbye. That profound moment in time where two people connect–where your hearts collide. Upon arrival a lingering departure looms but you don’t think about it, as you haven’t made any memories yet. You unpack your bags and take a look around. Embracing the person in front…

yesteryear’s goodbye.

note to reader: twas the serene, authentic prose authored by bryonie wise that compelled me to write my own yesteryear goodbye.   “I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way,…

emotional excess.

“something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.” -anais nin anais nin continues to be a saving grace for me.  her profound wisdom somewhat like a bucket of ice water splashed onto my face.  her words perfectly confronting and comforting….