creativity

The Hopeless Romantic

I begged to be loved by your very best heart

It didn’t happen so I pushed us apart.

Finally I received everything I’d ever want

But I had then become the one with the cold heart

So I took it for granted and tore it apart.

So now, you see the hopeless romantic in me,

the hopeless romantic in hopeless romantic

Constantly taking what they have for granted

Because they’re always wanting more,

Always over dramatic

Giving all your heart to people and expecting it all back

Not giving oneself their whole heart because they’ve taken that for granted.

So now I’ll tell my grandkids the story about the man that got away

I’ll tell them how to care for a heart the best way

And make sure it doesn’t run away.

But I’ll watch them do the same as me

And let their hopeless heart take the best love away.

-A

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State & Occupation

I’ve had a struggle for inspiration and creativity lately. I’ve always been and strived to be unique, but lately I feel the flows of society reeling me in. It used to come easy for me, to like weird things and always wear strange pieces of clothes. The best compliment I ever received was, “You always wear the uglies clothes, but you make them look so good. I don’t know how you do it.” Yup, and I remember it like it was yesterday, because it pretty much satisfied my innermost feelings of creativity and individualism for the rest of my life (I really mean that… because it still does). Ahhhh the relief I felt. I was different. But I’m panicking at the loss of feeling lately. After scrolling through some category posts, I came across the blog, State & Occupation written by the smart, beautiful Dakota Barber. I couldn’t believe what a unique, quirky page she had. I’ve never seen something so different and inspiring! So I write this post, not only to express my emotions of desire to expand my individual creativity by asking you to share some with me, but by giving you some by showing you her page. You truly will be in awe. Keep on creating and embrace the beauty of others.

Enjoy xo

A

Washing Away

The waves of the night crash down

Leaving a mist of salt that finds its way through my window.

That night, we sleep like the sea

Tossing and turning in rapid motion.

Some nights, the waves of a high tide swallow our souls and not a word is to be said

No soft touch

No existence

No look into his eyes.

But in those calm nights, where the waves slide onto the shore and a single shush of water can be heard,

We are one.

Your eyes, shining like the moon

The warmth of your skin wrapped around me

Swallowing me.

And then my heart beats again in that perfect, slow rhythm

Like the water sliding onto the shore on a calm,

summer night.

•A