Can you not see this?
Have you failed to understand my wishes?
I have been numb for too long.
I have been looking at you,
Like you're a star I wish would fall
To fulfill my desire.
To mend my punctured soul.
I have no peace.
I am half tormented, half hankered.
Hey, I just want to scribble some 2 a.m. thoughts, if you guys don’t mind. But first off, thank you for all the love on this page. Even though I don’t post much, I love seeing the people that have been with me since the beginning. Don’t worry, I see you. 😜
Anyway, for all the new comers and future readers, my name is Vic, and I started this page about a year ago, because I wanted to remember. I wanted to have something tangible, like a memory basket, or some sort of a Pensieve (it’s an object used in the Harry Potter series, in which you can store and review memories).
Which brings me to what I mainly want to talk about, and that is the theme of this page. You see, I’m not that into empowering words, or bestowing wisdom upon you all. I love writing about memories, and experiences.
I want you to dive in and drown with the images I portray. Images you dare not forget, images that brings out your deepest pain and joy. Everyday, I scan my head for a memory that’ll flow in your veins long after you’ve read my words.
Every single time I strive to be a better writer than I was yesterday. So one day, I’ll be as good as a lover as I am a poet.
P.S. That picture tells you everything about me. A borderline alcoholic, wine and Netflix binge lover, and last but not least, a pathetic twat that drinks alone in bars.
Talk is cheap (@unamedpoet) draws a smiling sketch of their perfect #relationship .
[ Perspectives ]
Cuddles and kisses,
over the couch, under the bushes
this expression is sweet,
let no feelings be discreet.
Reading In Between.