I am, and always have been, obsessed with names, swords, and everything relating to ancient Greece and Rome.
Follow me on Facebook and Instagram for updates on new stories, links to stories I've enjoyed, and sneak peeks into my life!
Drizzling myself with a concoction of salty sweat and sunscreen, Ogling my new bathing suit in the mirror, while my neighbor
By Isla Griswaldabout a year ago in Poets
I didn't feel the downpour until my clothes were fully soaked. I should've heard or felt it earlier, but my brain was so busy
Tread softly in the kitchen, speak low, the oven mustn't be disturbed. Heavy footsteps are taboo with the cheesecake setting
I wanted you gone, but I needed you, too. You'd made yourself invaluable, but you're prideful and crude.
You asked for more time, and I gave it to you. You asked for more visits, so I came to see you often. You asked for more affection,
Hard raindrops splattered on my face. Squelch, squelch went my soggy shoes. What horrendously bad luck. I keep walking, my head down,
I asked the mage why history was incomplete, why the textbooks he taught from had gaps, though he was hundreds of years old
A splash of color enters your speech, berating me for being me. *** My opinions were foolish to you, childish, lame. You had no respect.
I am nestled between comfort and discomfort. I work hard and try new things within a limit. Is this enough to grow? To become a stronger me?
I’ve lost my faith in the summer time , Cos it don’t stop raining - The Importance of Being Idle, Oasis, 2005 The daily August thunderstorm arrives unexpectedly. Always.
How could the gods abandon us Trojans when we were so close to winning the war and surviving these ten years of nightmares?
Look at my face, describe what you see. It's clear to see, the agony. Of waiting for the right time that never came at all,