So long as you love I have been beat up, thrown down, kicked around, and choked out. Kept in a closet, put on a shelf, and locked out. Neglected. Rejected. Forgotten about. Angst, anger, and pain make you think of me again. The need to release the negative makes me relevant. So here I am once agai...Read more

So long as the coffee machine breaks and your love spills hot across the counter I’ll leave the mess there. So long as you come back at the end of the day, the rest goes blind. The rest goes deaf. Twenty-four hours left, and I’d still choose you. Tiny arms. No hesitation. Our hearts don...Read more

Trigger warning : Metaphorical gun, subtle suggestion, and dark humour. Please read with sunny heart, cause I intended it as a report of an imaginary confrontation with my own intrusive thought. so long as I put my finger near the trigger Ohh, it took you long enough The mocking voice Ma...Read more

So long as that guitar string you gave me remains golden in my memory, So long as the hallows locket that I gave you is kept safe in your sly smile, So long as the chandeliers of our Cathedral remember us below them, So long as the summer air outside the hall remembers our conversation. So long as ...Read more

So long as recipes still in the kitchen That means the ones you kept You cried and then slept Candies still in their pockets And you with their lockets They said 'don't say anyone' and we forever kept They love us,we love them and accept Now we understood their long hugs smell like heaven no ...Read more

So long as you I collide we will always be two halves of the very same heart that beat...Read more

So long as my violence does not burn a hole in the roof of the sky, so long as I keep myself small but thrive among both beasts and my brothers, so it shall be, that I have loved the world and in doing so, I have loved myself

so long as birds near me do not cease to sing, I will be like a tree, bare and naked, waiting for spring to arrive and wash away my shame.

Read this stunning poem titled Vermeer written by Wisława Szymborska. VERMEER So long as that woman from the Rijksmuseum in painted quiet and concentration keeps pouring milk day after day from the pitcher to the bowl the World hasn't earned the world's end. For your writing exercise today, st...Read more

A finely crafted fountain pen A gilded ornate clock with an open iron clockwork A hip flask made out of colored glass and Silver A royal robe, woven from Ermine and Brocade A diadem covered in ruby and topaz A statue of a majestic, sturdy built horse, part of the French cavalry, made out of ivory....Read more

Bright lights—every color of the rainbow Loud noises waiting at each corner There, in the middle of the circus, stood the performers—ordinary people They bent, they smiled, they bowed too low worked until their bones ached hands trembling from tireless effort all just to please the watching crowd ...Read more