It's Silence I Crave, It's Why I Swim

Me irl

Aeschylus, tr. by Mary Lefkowitz and Romm James, from Plays; “Helen,”

These I have loved

A great tall girl, full of blue

Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted

Glasses that were black but now are pink

A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater

Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush

A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon

A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it

The future that lights up my nighttime

A conversation of Apple's and taste

Two people so together- hot and cold water

The sound of soothing poetry

A great tall girl

Yes,

These I have loved

I started a blog on WordPress for my poetry come see what I wrote and maybe read about me, there's only two pieces so far but I have tons poems waiting for you all

The Colour blue

Favourite Pieces

My Favorites A Selection Of My Favourite Written Pieces Over The Years 22 July 2017, 02h44 If my word’s could turn into bullets shooting Thr

“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you are ready. I have this feeling that actually no-one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now.”

— Hugh Laurie

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.