Night time

Nights like these sometimes makes you want to kill yourself.

They make you want to scream and toss, an endless never resting movement.

Forcing insomnia to sink into your skin and make you itch.

Scratching until the blood gets under your fingernails.

One side, to the other, same walls all around.

You know those nights where you have your eyes closed and thoughts just seep in.

The nights when you wonder what is your purpose in life. What actions are you taking to fulfill it and define who you are.

Life is so fragile and you could be dead in a second. Being on this earth is a privilege, to see and experience everything exactly how it was placed, because there is a true beauty to it that only privileged eyes can see. There are those nights where you just feel like you don’t deserve to have that privilege mother earth has given to you because all you can think is “Why me? What great have I done?”

And you put yourself in the middle, hold your life in your hands, and everything you were is now nothing. Slowly you fade from the minds of others because everyone you knew is now forgetting or departing as well from the earth, becoming only a painful memory of why?

Life, it’s a fragile thing isn’t it?

You know those late nights, where you just want to kill yourself, just to make sure you’re were alive, that everything you had seen, the sins, the good, the evil, the beauty, everything. That it was real and you lived it all.


Happy readings!


Finally blogged haha!

– Marz.



Night time

Stars have secrets.

The way they shine and stay up there to themselves.
There age that seems unknown to us all.
The dust that goes through our blood
A super nova.
A massive black hole. 

Ever seen a star ripped apart by a darken hole?
Sucking it in as if it is nothing.
Ripping everything and flying out into the unknown.
You almost feel sorry for the stars.
Why matter when there are millions of others to suck the life out of.
From shapes and sizes, they all carry their secrets.
What has flown by them.
They have seen from what humans have not discovered.
She carries such warmth in her, casting down.
Seeping through the atmosphere and allowing shadows to play,
Life to grow.
It’s their secret how they wish to see things happen.

They just watch, that is all they can do.
They don’t have voices,
Star’s have secrets,
Our secrets.
When you are out at night pondering on what life has given you.
When you are lost.
When you have great new to share.
Speak to them, trust them,
They hold those secrets

Star’s secrets.
They never let them go,
Not even when
they are ripped apart from
a black hole.


Happy readings.


– Mariana R.

Stars have secrets.

Somebody That I used to Know. – Walk Off the Earth.

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

(I used to know)
(Now you’re just somebody that I used to know)

(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)


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Somebody That I used to Know. – Walk Off the Earth.

Dusty Roads.

I am from dust packed roads that smelled like summertime and cinnamon.
The first time I set foot onto the dirt path road, it felt like I had gone back in time. Finding myself in a different world where the animals roamed around freely and people in town still all knew each-other. And the closest store was only 3 minutes away on foot.
Waking up to my grandmothers natural mix of cinnamon and herb tea every morning with some fresh food picked right from the garden to help give a little boost to the human soul, as we prepared for a long days work of milking the cows feeding the chickens. We would follow that dirt road talking and sining of everything and nothing. I would let the dirt sink deep into my heels, so when I return I can remember that this dirt has made its way into my blood and that I was there and I lived.

Dusty Roads.

In a Coffee shop.

Here I am sitting in Starbucks. Morning. Brew of coffee and tea and the sugar from pastry sweets flair my nostrils.  A perfect excuse to be skipping. Mellow music softly plays and echos throughout the closed in walls. And the over chai tea burns the roof of my mouth. A perfect combination of tea and spice and a dash of milk. I like to sit here all straighted and tall, to make myself seem important, grown up I suppose. I like to imagne I am someone with a purpose for everything maybe not to them, to them I might be just shit a failure but I can prove them wrong sure easily. This morning is full, never imagned a town like this so alive like a mini NYC. Does this town ever sleep?

I hate when people start to stare, its really not necessery I am just the same as everyone else, two eyes, arms and legs. A mouth and nose and a heart.  Though honnestly why do they have to judge. People going off to work, they do the samething stuck in the same rut, loophole. Everyday,

– Wake up


– Eat



– Home


The life of any person.

Look at all these people comming with all their laptops and ipads and gadgets and gizmos and such. Trying to look all real and high tech, like there such important people to the world. Whatever happend to just keeping it old school? A simple pen and notebook.Writing whatever can come and influence the mind?

This town


Definition: A boring town filled with worthless time and expensive high taxes.

now the real definition?… something named by the Natives ages ago.

It is now 8:01. My stomach is churnning and twsting. Still Drinking my tea, “still drinking my tea, when i’m finished i will leave”

When I am finished, done, I’ll risk everything in my life. I like this right now, Nobody knows me no one recognizes me, I am I.N.V.I.S.I.B.L.E. I’m just that girl sitting by herself. Writing, just writing away at every aspect og my life. The cup seems to feel lighter as i pick it up. My mind is racing as i map out the path to the new destination. I am shaking and crying would feel nice. I need to over come this, Need to sleep. This tea is making me drowsy, was it spiked or someting?. I feel like sleeping, i would love to fall asleep. Fall asleep into his arms, bury my soul into his chest, feel the warmth escape into my skin and just feel everything, thats what i want to do.

My cup is almost empty. Almost finished and then I begin, everything in my footsteps.

Last sips.

Let us begin….

In a Coffee shop.

I Want…

I want to feel the wind in my face

I want to lay in the grass and let them weave threw my toes slowly as they tickle me.

I want to stare into the sky until I can name all the colors from rosy pink to dark hole of infinite nothing.

I want to forget about the problems around me that grip me around my throat.

I want to feel the froth of the salty sea as it wraps around my ankles calling me in deeper and deeper.

The sand slowly sinks under my palms and slip through my fingers.

I want to hear nothing but whispers of love.

I want to feel the pain of losing someone the pain of letting them go.

I want to feel human touches slowly cave over me.

I want to feel someone’s tears fall over me instead of my own.

I want to let my mind over power my body and let it slip away into its own madness.

I want to let the dirt of the earth enrich my skin and fall under my nails.

I want it to speak to me in ways no one has ever spoken to me before.

I want….

I Want…