The release
Knowing, finally knowing
How it feels to be in love
We swallow all our downy thoughts
between the sheets
And the plush pillows under our heads
are nothing more than a burden
Another perfectly cliche poem
About the life we wish to lead
All we want is someone.
Someone who cares.
Someone who listens.
What we want is security.
Sex.
Satisfaction.
So here we are, drowning in our own greed and self-inflicted despair
Impatient, restless
The thinkers shape heartbreak and lovesickness
Into words
Words that fill the blogs of the brokenhearted
Like there is no hope.
No hope whatsoever.
But we never stop to realize
That those with patience are rewarded
With the greatest prize of all.
About Me
- Sarah
- She's filled with literary geek-outs and useless emo ramblings. An ex-musician who still finds solace between the headphones, she's taking the world by storm through words and phrases, debating grammar with herself as she goes. She's the one person who literally can get lost in a bookstore. Her head is filled to bursting with out-there ideas, all kept inside by a mane of crazy curly hair. A loud, passionate smartass from the marijuana captial of Colorado, she's determined to make a difference. This is a place for her to make sense of the wonderful madness that she calls life.
My pen name is J. D. Bennett. Welcome to my blog.