We Write to Taste Life Twice

A small collection of thoughts and such from the many procrastinating moments in my life.

Apologies are easy to say when little weight is placed behind them.

Infrequent Flyer

Far and wide the sky is vast,
How much more will this ride last?
Billowed clouds and crystal skies,
Wishing I could close my eyes.
How can air make me so frightened?
How can all this fear be lightened?
Every jerk and constant bump,
Never fails to make me jump.
Soon I will be on the ground,
That is where relief is found.

I hope you know..

My words are simple,

they aren’t the best.Β 

But nothing can measure,

affections possessed. Β 

Only One Week

If mountains and rivers were easily crossed, I’d go to you now and never get lost.

Brace Yourselves

Chilling air and colder hearts.

Tell-tale signs of Winter’s start.Β 

Finally now the world will sleep,Β 

without the help of numbered sheep.

Extra blankets for the earth,

better than a fiery hearth.

The first is that of starry night,

and soon to come is one that’s white.

There’s a story at the bottom of this bottle and I’m the pen.

Fall :) πŸƒπŸ‚πŸπŸŒΏπŸŒΎ #fallishere #braids #flannels

Fall :) πŸƒπŸ‚πŸπŸŒΏπŸŒΎ #fallishere #braids #flannels


College is a busy place,
Sometimes it feels like a race.

Hurdling here and sprinting there,
Take a breather if you dare.

Some move fast but some are slow,
Some don’t know which way to go.

But in the end we’ll throw that hat,
Or ask “Do you want fries with that?”

Momentarily Quenched

Happiness eludes me as pain floods in to take it’s place.Β 

I take a sip and am instantly warmed with the knowledge that I will soon forget.Β 

The moment doesn’t last long enough.

I want it to last forever.Β 

But I dread the moment when my memory knocks.

What a bitch those memories are, coming over unannounced.

You aren’t wanted here.

Another sip will keep you at bay.

That’s better.

Distractions are a momentary thing but I’ll take what I can get.

Anything is better than the memories that dwell within.Β 


My heart feels as though it is slowly being ripped apart.Β 

But I let it happen.

Maybe I like it.

Because with each rip I seal away a memory that will never be repeated.

I think I like the slowness of it.

The slowness gives it time to burn.

Time to burn into my very soul.

I passed it off as unbreakable.

What a fool I am.

I know better.

What if I didn’t let it happen?

Then these memories would never exist.

So is it worth it?

The pain?

Maybe the man who said “No pain, no gain” wasn’t talking about your body as a whole.

I think he meant something more.