I never write about paradise. About the region between familiar hands and my own, about the person who makes the perilous journ...
the boy with the scissors
I warn you, the words may be more malignant than beautiful. It’s a story about a boy and his plant, the seed that took so long to spr...
you & she (part 1)
Her soul is not a color, but a riotous scene from Hamlet, steeped with tragedy and the sound of bliss. She leaves the room like a gong, ec...
the opposite of lost
he won't say it, but I know he wants to. you can see it when we're kissing. or breathing. making the kind of eye contact only...
boys are supposed to have backbones
Anger |
College |
Different |
Fear |
Goodbye |
Human |
Journal |
Love |
Memories |
Poetry |
Rant |
Sad
Read Article →
words are supposed to have meaning. kisses are supposed to be soft. love is supposed to be infinite, and bones are supposed to be...
I see you
I have this month's exhaust accumulating behind my eyelids, a compilation of non-responses, excuses he planted like common roses, a...
10 months later
Change |
College |
Different |
Fall |
Fear |
Friends |
From Florida |
Goodbye |
Happy |
Journal |
Love |
Rant |
Sad |
Story
Read Article →
Today is September 28th, 2015. I've been biting down on the abstract for about ten months now, writing poems about anonymous heartb...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)