feelings

Take lightly what you hear about individuals. We need not distort trust for our paltry little political agendas. We tend to trust soulless, carried information more than we trust soulful human beings; but really most people aren't so bad once you sit down and have an honest, one-on-one conversation with them, once, with an open heart, you listen to their explanations as to why they act the way they act, or say what they say, or do what they do.

There were so many things we left unsaid. Depending on how you look at it, whether you think it was worth saying it out loud, or better kept inside.

It needs strength to stay silent, but it needs courage to confide in somebody.

Always write exactly what you__e feeling at the exact moment when writing something like poetry or an emotional novel. Put yourself, pour all emotions into your work_make yourself cry, feel joy if you are writing joyful things, feel lovey if it calls for it_just put your heart and soul into all that you do_then you will be a good writer when you can make whoever reads your work, feel." -Nina Jean Slack

I__e read somewhere in a book when something happens that is unbearable to you, sometimes, time stops. Like your inner clock just stops working, even if the world keeps spinning you will stand still for the rest of your life.

I want to write something that means something to someone...the reminds them of what a second, a moment, really is...or that assures them that we are just as lost as they are. I want to write an emotion they are too fragile to let loose, so that my words can do the expression for them, the feeling for them. I want to write beyond the basics and the cliches...I want to write you, I want to write a long walk on a starry night, I want to write an exhale or an inhale...or suffocation.I want to write as clear as my voice could be heard...that is, if I had anything to say.

I bruise easily and sometimes I can__ stop bleeding.

You do not know what is better before you have tried what is worse.

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

Searching through Monster.com while on the clock feels like being on Tinder while still married.

Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don__ hold on for long enough?

The mind knows the truth when your heart denies what it feels. When you don't feel safe to let people in it is because you're not ready to deal with the pain of honesty.

But could words bethe end of me?

It was perfect, but perfection is terrifying.

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

I__l never know if it was figuratively or literally when he said I drove him crazy.

You don__ get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it__ yours and no longer theirs.

I don__ believe he deserves the thousands of poems I__e written about him, but life doesn__ follow rules. We do things for people who don__ necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.