I don’t want to live without you. But happiness can not be defined by you. Sometimes, everything I need to say is in one stanza. ©aishaadams2018 Pinterest Photo
Read More
Defined Happiness.
Repetition.
“I’m sorry” “I’m sorry” “I’m sorry” The more you repeat words the less meaning they hold. We’ve been here before, this exact situation. “I love you” “I love you” “I love you” Is “love” really “love”, if actions don’t accompany it? Some words can be abused, even those as sacred as…
Read More
Who Knew?
I planted a seed, something decayed grew. Amidst moss and fungi I thought of you. Dead from the beginning we always knew that the past followed us and split us in two. Separate. Yet, desperate- we made it work. Who knew something toxic could last that long? Who knew our love,…
Read More
Just Friends, No Benefits.
If you live life without meaning, do you actually live? I recently learned the value of meaning and why it’s important to have a sense of meaning in life. I found myself amidst people that our friendship was superficial or based on some sort of benefit. Not going to lie, I knew what I was…
Read More
Paranoia.
I know these words, I know these feelings, I know pain when I see it, I know what an end is. Perceptions. I fabricated ideas for myself. Illusions, that created nothing but confusion. Lost in the depths of my mind. Insomnia. My eyes sometimes forget the inside of my eyelids. Fearing,…
Read More
Late Calls.
Do not call me, when loneliness fills the empty void inside you. Do not call me, to ease frustration that burns between your thighs. Do not call me, at night, when you need me to create satisfaction. Do not call me, if love is not what your callings…
Read More
Happiness.
A motto I go by every day. Find what makes you happy! ©aishaadams2018
Read More
Petals.
“I loved you… once.” When hearts shatter, time turns into glue. Particles and matter always find ways to connect with each other. For your love felt, like thorns on roses. Nights spent knelt by my bed with tears rolling off my nose. I learned, love can welt like the petals on…
Read More
Twisted: A Visual.
An urban photo shoot with Edi Alić. How do I feel? Twisted and bizarre Like blood stained walls and hungry animals preying on decayed carcasses. What do you feel? Scared and shaken As I think of ways my mouth can devour you whole. …
Read More
Love I want.
I want a strong love. The type of love that you love me and I love you and we both love loving each other. I want a fearless love. The type of love the shakes us breaks us yet, strengthens us with time. I want your love. Taken from the…
Read More