Beyonce!

    

Rawr.

   

Don't stop chasing.

Don’t stop chasing.

I think that one of the biggest reason why relationships do not work out in the long run is because at one point, one side (or both) stops trying. Before one claims another person as their significant other, they would do anything to make that person happy. They would chase, they would flirt, they would be charming. They would send daily morning and goodnight texts every time you wake up or go to sleep. They would write corny messages and pick up lines just to make sure that there is a smile upon your face. But once they claim you as theirs, all of those things eventually stop. The 5 page texts slowly turn into 1. The constant calls turn into not calling at all. And the lovely endearments turn into daily arguments. In order for a relationship to work, don’t ever stop chasing. Just because the person you want is now consider “yours”, it does not mean they deserve anything less than the time when you’re trying to win them over.

My Punctuation.

The curve of her smile is

a parenthesis, capping the
most beautiful of words.

Her eyes are a colon,
making space for a list
of unmentionable sights.

Her lips are shattered 
commas, placing breath
within soliloquies of sadness.

She is a letter well-written,
passed between lovers bathed
in feelings that taste of peaches.

Achievement unlocked.

   

Goal achieved.

Don't tell me.

A lie.

Honestly, I hold in a lot. When I'm upset, I don't like to tell anyone. Not even the one who made me that way, and especially not the ones who care enough to ask me why. And no matter how much anyone asks, the answer will be, "I'm fine." Even if it's not true.

Priorities.

Bruised.

Torn.

Used.

Worn. 

Putting what she thought should be first,

but seeing other things slipping away.

This.

That.

If only.
You.

Odds seems against this.

The decisions, the ones she had to make.

Frus.

Vexed.

Crust.

Taxed. 

I wish you knew.

Of these heart's aches.

No one wants to be alone in this game.

Beauty.

 

 

 

Tomas Skoloudik

 

Love Surplus.

So much love this heart contains,

Yet no where, no soul want gain.

What oh what shall I do with you?

Puppy wonder

     

Get busy then.

     

Office Halloween.

Til the end of me.

   

What are words.

   

Remember what you said?

I do. With heart-felt emotions at that.