some thoughts

She tries to escape from her own being
But constantly she comes back haunting her.
She hungers for the written word;
Masked her most well-defined art through other mediums
The stroke of a paint brush
The click of the camera
And a bit of graphic design
They do not suffice her hunger
The passion she carries in her heart pushes her to write
Rough on the edges
She writes about the injustice of today
And of course of her own heart aches
No one understands her, and
She constantly feels alone in this great big world.
At times arrogant and rude;
She knows that those are the tactics to push forward



There is no such thing as LOVE
As much as we’d like to believe in it
In reality there is no such thing
It does not conquer all
It conquers the weak
The weak hide; at times become bitter
The bitter claim to never have fallen
But they lie as they fell and never rose
We confuse love for the need and comfort
Of a body to rub up against
Late at night or whenever we feel like.
We do not care about other beings but ourselves
We are individualistic
No one cares about our feelings so we don’t care about theirs
Why take the time to appreciate another being?
Maybe show a bit of gratitude.
Would it really kill us?
Is it powerful enough?
Like love can it conquer you?


Once again she feels like another face in the crowd.
You left her entirely about a week ago, and
Since then not one valid ‘iloveyou’
Merely a body to rub up against
Wake up, walk away, see you later,
Come back late at night, sleep
Right after a forced kiss and a wishful good night
For the next twenty minutes she tosses and turns
At the disgust of what they have become.
Almost empty now, counting down the days.