Category: Poetry

It’s been over Three       Hundred                  And                      Eighty                             days Since I’ve last been held But not in an endearing manner More so, I need you for a night  Then get the fuck out of my life Kind of gesture. It’s been  Y e a r s  Since I’ve not cared About being held again. I don’t Read More …

I don’t know what I’ll do, When your hourglass Has no grains running through.  Who to call for simple things, Who will listen every morning? What can I wash my colors with, What’s the difference between Italian and French bread? When do I know that he’s the one, When will I hear your voice just Read More …

I inhale A full, steady breath I feel impatient, overwhelmed With anticipation, motivated  To persevere through another week, through  the triumphs and tribulations, expected but not always welcomed, And accompanied with each day I am grateful Not only for those I share this breath with But for the world Another opportunity To see this world, Read More …

Unexpected, were we supposed to meet? Crack the door open to you dazed at your feet. Nikes bleach white, glaze coat your eyes, From your high, now mine. Walked me back knowing me, Blue eyes, blonde hair, and that one thing. Subtle, a hand caught the door… Wished me goodnight, no more. But I appreciated Read More …

As I remove the tattered cloth that covers my mouth and nose A cloth that shields me from the rest of the world  I am greeted with the greatest blessing One that is few and far between as of recent   A breath of fresh air The rays of the bright shining sun hit my pale Read More …

I am water. An almost idyllic life rippled by under currents Too deep to glimpse the sun. I am the conflict at my crossroads forged as if in a Dream that goes on and on watching for the decision to be made not realizing it is my own.  I am a parallel of my mistakes Read More …

tonight, i wish to sleep in a cloud; to have my mind muffled, so it’s not so loud. floccose tufts to bury my arms, let it help me forget all of the day’s harm. i would watch the sun set, become drowsy, and let myself forget the list of the next day’s to-do’s that stretches Read More …