We’d meet on the beach, on a lazy Sunday morning The wind would be blowing, and the waves, crashing You’d be the boy building sand castles, and I’d be the girl writing poems in the sand. – One glance, a shy smile The sand castle, … Continue reading One day.
To N, its been 13 years since you walked through that door in that orange dress, and I still can’t imagine finding someone I’d love more
She wore sorrow, wrapped around her like a blanket
And a crown, made of heartache.
She wore clothes made of fine threads
That had been weaved from grief
And she wore anguish, in a
Necklace around her neck.
She wore shoes that were fashioned with fear
And bracelets dipped in unhappiness.
She wore her insecurities, in a
Scarf around her neck
And loneliness, in a belt around her waist.
She was a crazy kind of brave, wearing
All her imperfections on the outside
For everyone to see.
No one could break her, for
She wore pain, with grace that would
Put a ballerina to shame.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
You took pieces of me with you, when you Walked out the door, on that cold December night Now I’m an unfinished jigsaw puzzle, with pieces Missing here and there. Since then I’ve been searching For all my missing pieces, in All the wrong places … Continue reading Pieces.
(I wrote this when as soon as I finished this book yesterday night, but didn’t get a chance to post it until now.) Stars: More than 5 I JUST finished this book, and I couldn’t wait to write about it, and oh my god, it … Continue reading November 9 by CoHo.
Sitting by the window, with my face pressed to the window pane
I watch as the skies cry, and I rejoice in their pain
I watch the raindrops slither, reaching the bottom of the glass
I open one window, and slowly reach out
To catch a few raindrops, in my palm
The chilly air is wafting through the open window
The lightning strikes, it’s very sudden
I pull my hand inside, in fear
I wrap a blanket around me, to ward off the chills
I see a girl from my window
Silhouetted in the street lights, dancing in the rain
With her hands outstretched
I can’t see her face, but I imagine she’s happy
She reminds me of my mother, always happy, always smiling
I wonder what she’s doing now
I look up at the skies, maybe it’s her crying
I catch a few more raindrops in my hand
“Don’t cry, mommy”, I whisper
“My hands are not big enough to catch all your tears”
Do you think she can hear me?
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
Hypophrenia: A vague feeling of sadness, seemingly without cause.
Have you ever been doing something completely normal, and then a wave of sadness hits you out of nowhere? You don’t know why, but you feel so sad and depressed all of a sudden. You think talking to people will help, but it doesn’t, not really. You try to talk to a few people, but as soon as you start talking to them, you realize that you don’t really want to. You realize that you don’t actually care about anything.
There’s this gloomy cloud hanging over your head, and the sunshine seems so far away. You lose interest in everything, even the things you used to love doing so much. You feel like sleeping all the time, you feel so tired. You lie down and close your eyes, thinking you can just sleep it off, but sleep chooses that moment to play hide-and-seek with you. Its SO close, but still not close enough. Sleep is just out of reach. And your brain chooses that moment to replay every memory of you getting hurt. And, before you know it, you’re crying and you don’t even know why it all began.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
P.S. Sorry I’ve been MIA.
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