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You were | Halfofme
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Songs on the radio. To get you to love me. Sarah A. Minhas. December 19, 2015. Poetry #writing #art #loss #love #youroldboots. I write words I can’t speak. In bars and bus stops. Where I stand out in the rain. Directions to the nearest Taco Bell. I fold my hands. Place them in the pockets of my. Try to forget about. How beautiful you are. I can’t get away from. The way you left. The way I found you. The saddest way of. This isn’t a poem…this isn’t love. My friends in pain. 4 thoughts on “ You were.
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April | 2016 | Halfofme
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Songs on the radio. To get you to love me. Sarah A. Minhas. Monthly Archives: April 2016. I sit and watch. April 28, 2016. I sit and watch you talk for hoursWatching the way you move your hands. Watch your blue eyes light up the room as you tell me about your life. I sit and watch you. Such a beautiful smile. And I slowly sink into myself. Convince myself that I will never see you again. But I sit and listen. To your beautiful words. As the min slip away into hours. And when we finally leave. I sit in th...
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May | 2015 | Speaking of Pretense
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Poems and stuff from a lazy try-hard. Monthly Archives: May 2015. Sirens, fire, and live wire. Alarming, and confusing. Since you know that nothing cuts,. Shocks or burns,. Two things I’ll always wish for. Mumbling prayers into my pillow. Turning back and forth and sore. With guilt, since I’m a lucky one,. Just a couple, but they’re greedy. One: a little more of what I lost, and. Two: a little less of my disease. I tried to show you when you asked. If I could walk or bleed, that yes,. That strangers know,.
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Outline | Speaking of Pretense
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Poems and stuff from a lazy try-hard. May not know all of what I am. But I know what I’m not. And that negative space. Is enough definition for now. Don’t Look Back. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Sarah A. Minhas.
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April | 2015 | Speaking of Pretense
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Poems and stuff from a lazy try-hard. Monthly Archives: April 2015. Sooner or later, lost at sea. It’s not an if, but when with me). I’ll name the brightest star for you. And let her guide me home again. Treasures clasped onto my limbs. Convince myself to stay. Pieces of earth tucked through my skin. Remind myself to stay. You’re as old as they are. Yet their glow is lifeless gray. Yours is heat, unhidden. Yet you weren’t meant to stay. Sarah A. Minhas. Sarah A. Minhas. Blog at WordPress.com.
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August | 2015 | Speaking of Pretense
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Poems and stuff from a lazy try-hard. Monthly Archives: August 2015. Light is born and chases nothing. For what falsely feels forever. Skies are full of dying stars. Reaching out to fade together. I just got in. Took off my shoes. The same old something. You’re not love at first sight. Like an image to capture. And I missed half your sides. You deserve more than a moment. So I’ll learn yours one by one. Sarah A. Minhas. Sarah A. Minhas. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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Habit | Speaking of Pretense
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Poems and stuff from a lazy try-hard. But you could show up. On the day I forget you. And I’d still check your body for scars. And ask where you’ve been all this time. And let you stay. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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January | 2016 | Halfofme
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Songs on the radio. To get you to love me. Sarah A. Minhas. Monthly Archives: January 2016. January 30, 2016. I am tired of. Knowing that my existence is tied to. You never knowing that I really loved you. Hating me on that Sunday after Christmas. With a bottle of tequila in your lap. A half smoked cigarette in your lips and. A torn up copy of the Bible on the dashboard. I half remember climbing up your fire escape late Monday night. Hours after you told me you loved me. Seen you so easily kissing him.
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September 2015 – Obsessions, Words, and Everything in Between
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Obsessions, Words, and Everything in Between. I'm still figuring out what I'm doing here. Faith in Humanity Restored. More Articles from The Mighty. Twenty somethings and their phones at restaurants. On Dear OCD…. On Dear OCD…. On Dear OCD…. Sarah A. Minhas. On Coloring my moods. On Coloring my moods. Seeing the Nature of The District. When one thinks of the District of Columbia, the first thing that comes to mind typically. We also sometimes forget how good it can feel to help improve nature, to take th...
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Miss me More | Speaking of Pretense
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Poems and stuff from a lazy try-hard. Not sure you’re trying. As well as you did to hurt me. In and out, as your love was. Nightmare Thief ». 2 thoughts on “ Miss me More. April 11, 2015 at 11:24 pm. Your words are beautiful, and so are you – thank you for sharing them. I’m just a random stranger on the internet, but I wanted to tell you to keep on keeping on. You are not alone. April 12, 2015 at 1:42 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Sarah A. Minhas.