All Monsters Are Human
There's always a sliver of light That I can never seem to reach Been traveling in this tunnel for so long Led by the only bit of life I can see The ground is dry and hard The pool of water is a puddle Registering cold and warm is hard Trying to feel anything has … Continue reading Sliver
I haven't wrote since my last post. For the non writer in me, that's just been a month. However, for the writer in me, it's been 3,097,383 seconds of me not being able to explain myself. It's been me trying to figure out what's going on with me emotionally and figuring out how to express … Continue reading It’s Been A While…Hey
I'm always thankful for those days when I completely forget about us. Those days when I'm enjoying life as an optimist and not searching for answers as to why we never worked. On those days, I don't see your face flashing through my head. I don't hear your voice telling me what I should do … Continue reading A Long Awaited Epiphany
The most dangerous lover is one who greets pain with a smile.- R. M. DrakePain is a feeling that everyone has dealt with at some point in their life, and if they have yet to enjoy such pleasantries, then they will. I don't wish it on anyone, but like some other things, pain is inevitable. … Continue reading Random Obsessive Thought
I've seen you do it before In the corner when no one's watching Heard you in the bathroom stall Third from the left to be exact The twitching is methodic, isn't it? I guess you're sick of the constant sniffling Secret rendezvous spots behind the tracks I guess you haven't discovered the boiler room yet … Continue reading To An Addict, From An Addict Who Tried
I actually did this poem already, but I deleted it because it wasn't just about that. Trials of a Hummingbird was written a couple of days before my 21st birthday. It was during my junior year in college. I was one of those "do what you know" kind of people because growing up I was … Continue reading History of “Trials of a Hummingbird”
I originally wrote "The Cure" on November 6, 2015. I was thinking of things to write which led me to text a friend who I'd send poems to through the mail. We ended up hashing out ideas and set to work. Now this friend is a friend I've had the pleasure of knowing since middle … Continue reading History of “The Cure”
Mature is realizing that my time is not to be wasted unless it's what I want. Mature is me not losing my mind every time something doesn't go my way. Mature is me understanding that not every Facetime, call, or text is going to receive an answer. Mature is me accepting that sometimes you're the … Continue reading Maturity
I heard there’s someone new now For a fleeting moment, I was sad Then the thought of past relationships Failed attempts, fluttered on by I began to wonder Is she nice to you? Can she cook like grandma? Does she laugh at your jokes? Has she sung to you? Is she enough? Does she give … Continue reading The After Thoughts
I danced with temptation yesterday Oh how beautiful he was So long was he gone But of course could I ever forget him The all, but subtle glances he stole Forcing me to remember the natural attraction The air always so still between us A familiar high amplified solely around him Mesmerized to the exclusion … Continue reading (Weak)end Vibes