“Her”

I read a poem elsewhere,
Heard it live too,
I fell in love with the idea of a simple orange,
A word without a rhyme, how strange.

Musings of Poet who Smokes

I sometimes feel alone. Standing in a crowd, talking to people about things that I enjoy.. it feels lonely sometimes. I don’t really know why, but this happens often.

Daybreak in the Evening

Listening to Coldplay, Of Monsters and Men, and Kygo make me calm down. The music takes me to a different place. It really is beautiful.

Fearing, Loving, Being?

It was a normal day,
A day like any other day.
No, in fact it was a special day,
New people, an old place, a new feeling.

The Seaside Mystery

Contemplative thought,
‘I wish she didn’t leave me.’
A line in the sand.

The Golden Dragon who Flew and Lived

Across the sunshine,
Through the misty fire clouds,
There were borne dragons.

Intro to My Blog

Basic intro, not much to say. I used to write on tumblr but then discovered that they don’t have an autosave feature (so thank you, WordPress).