Xenphidel ⋅ 38 ⋅
"..by which I find everything I want ... wherever I dip for it. This discovery, indeed, is almost of that kind which I call Serendipity, a very expressive word."
We hate in others what we hate the most in ourselves.
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Where do you go from here? in Serendipity
I’m glad that there is always Prosebox, when I feel as if I cannot talk to anyone about how I am feeling. The dark feelings that you try to hide, so those around you don’t know how truly insane y...
I feel like I’m drowning. I am trying to keep my head above water, But it’s seems I have forgotten how to swim.
Bittersweet in Serendipity
I finally did it. I left my husband. I feel sad but strangely liberated. I’m glad it’s the beginning of the end 💚
Dear impirities It’s time to go But if we leave Then you’ll never know Dear What if’s and Could Be’s I truly wish you’d flee We know your heart, young one So ask us to stay. Let us come out and...
Love Yourself. in Serendipity
It’s so strange and beautiful that you can lose yourself throughout your life, and find yourself all over again. No matter your age or stage. It’s bittersweet and somewhat melancholy to think of ...
Hourglass Shatters in Poetry
We slip as the tick tick of clock runs quicker than our minds. A plan or path, whatever you may have, never seems to follow step by step. Here you sit with what could be regret, but then comes se...
Note to self in Poetry
Do not write when one is drinking.
Pathetic. in Serendipity
I have never been more ashamed of myself… in my life. I choked in an emergent situation today. I feel so pathetic. I stopped for an auto accident, and when I saw this small, frail, Asian girl cry...
Hearts with a Heavy Burden in Poetry
Resembling wine swirling in a crystal glass.. The liquid turns deep burgundy as the walls coat itself… Leaving an unwelcome stain. Creating such a heavy pressure in her chest… Your words g...
Allman Brothers in Poetry
I find myself staring blankly into my phone. I have the impulse and emotion to write, yet the words aren’t coming to me. The air outside is cold.. I can see ithe wind’s face in my mind as it blow...
💙 in Serendipity
“I choose love. Hate is far too great of a burden to bear.” We hope, love and win. We dream, love, and lose. Destiny. Fate. Take our pick. Is any of it really in our hands? We mold the world tha...
Not sure how I feel. in Poetry
Another sad song Another tear shed A lost memory A dampened.damaged heart who are we choose what will buried us further into the ground? Your words are the nails to my coffin. Such a fine line be...
Scarlet letter in Poetry
Listen carefully, my dear For you will heed my advice You will never stray far From your past Tis Another bitching Another hazing But you’ll never be a lady in waiting Go now… Chase the dawn And...
Who am I? in Serendipity
Back to a time… Where I could be myself. Bangles, flower child skirts, barefeet. I would fancy some Jameson on the rocks as I begin to remind myself of the times where I accepted myself as whole...
Caged Bird Melody in Poetry
I fall into a slumber Of which I do not sleep For I’m whisked away to a time That I’m not allowed to keep To hold and to treasure Would give certain meaning Which is why tis better to let go A...
Last thought before bed. in Serendipity
Sometimes when you press against my surface I can never catch my breath Not due to a profound moment But for the fact after our lifetime together You still haven’t the slightest idea How I like t...
To express yourself... in Serendipity
I feel alive this morning. It has been years, since I’ve picked up my pen to draw… Write… Let any sort of self expression onto a piece of paperwork or my computer screen. Have I really felt this ...
Infidelity Of Dreams in Serendipity
Fluorescent stars circle the ceiling As the taste of cheap wine Lingers on the corners Of your raw open lips Is it the shame The sun’s glare Or the unknown That makes the dawn feel this wr...
The current travels from the point of my stilettos and vibrates to the peak of my knee, which crawls to the valley of my curved hips. There is pressure that builds between my thighs that c...
Lovers Quarrel in Poetry
Skin so dark and unforgiving like the depths of your soul. Embers for eyes to ignite the fire that burns inside. Wolfe in sheep’s clothing, but your smile’s so sweet… Don’t come too close, or he ...
