if you are bored…

hangingoninquietdesparation:

And she said she felt like a child
when she wrote
and i said
good

try and write like a child
try and write
with freedom and lack
of artifice
try and write without
the filters of adult experience
try and write
about the things that matter
however childish
they may seem

did we write
or think
about what might
when we were children
or are we only scared
now we are aged

is experience better
than innocence
and why does it seem
one only comes
at the expense
of the other

hangingoninquietdesparation:

Hangover poetry

is not so easy

but then sometimes

stone cold sober poems

come from cold sweat

and poisoned thoughts

lovecatgirl:

He, he tasted of metal, rusted and corroding like an acid in my mouth. Me? I tasted like cotton candy, warm maple syrup and a hint of buttered rum. I knew it then, in that moment…We were destined to destroy each other…I could hardly wait.

-bunniblue

adamantseal:

I know
now
the words
were never
mine

ceeslife:

She’s a mystery dressed up as a memoir

An autobiography that will never be published

An unconscious fiction

A daughter of Heisenberg

Uncertain, unless alone.

“I’m Only Myself When I’m Alone” ©Cee Hunter

September 2017

fifty-shades-of-apathy:

A beating heart

filled with black ink

enough to pen 

ten thousand truths

trickling out from wounds

bleeding onto the pages

from one cut flows

ten thousand poems.

fifty-shades-of-apathy:

life as a rough draft

a Van Gogh in finger paint

beauty with no frame.

fifty-shades-of-apathy:

My mind has

four walls,

a ceiling,

and a floor –

I’ll let you know

if I ever find

a door.