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Ask me anything   Alyssa..philosophy major..i love words..i absolutely love men with lots of facial hair..i prefer night over day..

I thought that this was going to be a place for my writing only, but obviously it isn't. I am a writer, and I love nothing as much as I love to write, but I never get around to posting anything. So yeah

twitter.com/Alyssa_Marz:

    No signs

    She misinterpreted everything you said..you were vague, she read too deep..you were honest, she rationalized and justified until she was in a relationship all by herself..your smirk wasn’t just a half ass smile because you had nothing else to say to her..it was the light at the beginning and end of her tunnel..you celebrated independence day when you kissed her and all she saw was fireworks..

    — 1 day ago
    Upsidedown

    I am Narcissus, distracted by my reflection in your pool of mystery, ready to dive in and learn you from the inside out..
    I am intrigued by you and indifferent at the same time..
    I wish i could explain the curiosity I feel when I look into your eyes..those beautiful browns that make me blush when they meet mine..metaphors don’t make sense when I think about you..you are as hot as dry ice, as mysterious as the ocean, as beautiful as the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever seen in my short life..my poems aren’t making sense..my hands are my eyes, my heart is my brain..I want to see you with my ears, hear you with my mouth

    — 1 day ago
    #poetry  #infatuation 
    BatCave

    Lighters are lit, pills are crushed, drinks poured..one at a time or all at once..hurricane is in the forecast..highspeed winds and hail fucking my mind more than any conversation we’ve had on the cosmos, life and love.. my windowless room flooded with tears..memories up in smoke, goals and aspirations up my nose..melancholy rain clouds where the sun used to shine..those beautiful brown eyes lost their luster..I am a ghost, haunting my soul with a lifeless body, a thoughtless mind..hastily walking past anything shiny so you can’t tell that I don’t have a reflection.. Playing cat and mouse with my dreams and reality..can’t quite tell where one ends..I practice pseudoscience in my windowless room..I lack plausibility.

    — 2 weeks ago with 2 notes
    #poetry  #spilled ink 

    Challenge accepted.

    — 2 weeks ago
    all this beauty in one cup.

    all this beauty in one cup.

    — 1 month ago with 10 notes
    #black man  #beard  #gorgeous 
    "I held an atlas in my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered ‘where does it hurt?’ It answered ‘Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.’"
    — 1 month ago with 69 notes