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Tag: writing
On New Names
To begin, thank you. If you’ve been reading this page for 6 years, 6 months, or 6 minutes, thank you. … More
I Am From…
I am from Jaysun and Anne Stockdell-Giesler, from an artist and a writer. From learning to never end a sentence … More
Rewrite The Written
They say I have your words your state of mind and your empathetic demeanor. They say I carry you and … More
Coddiwomple
Life is really, truly, wholeheartedly beautiful. In every stupid overused cliche, in each song about feeling reborn, I guess there … More
*You’re
I almost wish we’d never met. You stole six months from me, only half of which filled with naive apprehension … More
I Only Told The Moon
I feel scared and alone. Now, I know I am not actually alone; I have loving support just a call … More
Did You Ever Plan On Telling Me?
You were sending me “I love you” as your lips were on her neck.
Illusionary Hopes
I need to let go of the illusion that it could have been any different. Any of it, really. I … More
The Way They Leave Tells You Everything.
I shouldn’t be laying on my bedroom floor in my now dried towel at 3 A.M. after my 4th shower … More
Promises
I’ve never known a promise that wasn’t broken so don’t promise me this isn’t the end when all that’ll do … More
Flicker
Just a little flame quick to burn out just a little something to keep you warm between bodies is that … More
Scintilla
And the worst part is, it was never even fully real to begin with. Was it? It was a rendezvous … More
Exodus
While I do find beauty in metaphors, I think there’s something terrifyingly fascinating about being straightforward. Here, let me explain. … More
Augie
Echoed footsteps on cold tile and sisterly giggles filling the murky summer air. “Augie slow down! Your legs are toooo … More
Liquid Love
I have so much love within me so much luminous love and sometimes, I find it overflowing and spilling into … More
Four Years, 224 Posts, And 57,288 Words Later
Here we are. It’s been four years since this little blog came into being. Four entire years of poetry, prose, … More
Sweet Nothings
You call me sweet little nothings and each breath turns them into somethings. Your lips have the ability to melt … More
Never Read
I have posts upon poems that will never see the light of day, not because they aren’t worthy but rather … More
Where Are You?
I promised I’d always find you but you’ve stolen the sun and now I’m lost.
Writer’s Decongestant
Now I know that this is not a time for us. There are too many miles separating and not enough … More
Desiderium
I believe a person has multiple soulmates; one for each part of who they are. I wholeheartedly believe you were … More
I Wrote This For You
I am writing this for you. The you who knows me through and through, despite what you may believe, anymore. … More
Do You?
I want to ask what you think of me. I want to know your candid thoughts when you hear my … More
I Used To Hold Those Eyes In Mine
I am terrified I will see you look at her the way you used to look at me and I … More
An Eclipse
With you no longer here, no longer in my arms or even the same country, the light has dimmed. You are … More
3 Years Later
I never expected people to care. It was never in my mind that individuals in 30 different countries would have … More
It’s Never You
I never could take my eyes off you. Now, I find myself looking to every opening door and hoping it’s … More
Sugar Coating The Bullet
When you told me you still wanted to be in my life, I couldn’t read my own thoughts. I felt … More
You Took Everything Except Me
I don’t know what to say. Not anymore. How am I supposed to write when you took my words with … More
Broken Record
“I love you.” “I love you too.” From the very beginning, there was something there. We nurtured it and watched … More
Me: An Update
It’s been a long time since I have written of myself, of how I am doing with life at the … More
Sonder
It’s rather curious that each individual, each stranger has a life just as complex (if not more) as our own. … More
We Are Chaos
We are chaos. We fall apart just to fall back into each other. Our muscles are sore and cramping from … More
It Hurts To Think Of December
Coming up this December, it’ll be three years since I last saw you. Three years since I heard your voice, … More
Why I Write
Some people have a problem with the fact that I blog, and believe I do it simply because I have … More