Don’t trust The perfectly spelled out messages They send. They tell you want you want to hear - You can’t hear the shake of Their voice Over text Or see the sweat On their palms Or the tears In their eyes. Don’t trust Anyone who’s ever given you a reason not to Or failed to…Read more text message
That girl is a storm, Her ribcage rattled by the tempest inside her. Visions and daydreams wash over her like Tidal Waves; She often talks of the ocean in her chest, But rarely does she mention the Shipwreck. Her voice echoes like thunder over a Spacious canyon, And she is destructive as a great bolt…Read more That Girl Is A Storm.
Have you ever noticed How some of the most powerful things, From great ships to destructive war machines Are referred to as “she”? And how women are compared to Black widows, Vipers, And the ever mysterious sirens of mythology? So why has society always told me I must be contained? That I must be…Read more War Machine
What does it mean when your favorite color isn’t even A color at all? But merely - A lack of everything or The absence of nothing, All at once, Mixed together in a cloud of mystery and uncertainty. My favorite color is the color of darkness; The color of your dilated pupils that swim…Read more Black
Part of me is forever laughing with the girls in the street, Big dreams in our minds and gravel under our feet. Small town blues and water tower love Will eternally haunt all the streets that we drove. Late nights and early sunsets Are the times I don’t ever want to forget - All…Read more Love
I think in some alternate universe I’ll be trapped forever inside these Deep purple walls, Looking outside the window and watching The boys in their jumpers Racing eachother on shiny new bicycles - Two wheeled memories that will someday only be a metaphor Of nostalgic comfort and Wasted youth He told me to smile…Read more Photo Album
I’m not saying that I’ll miss you But I don’t want to let you go Your brown eyes are the only warmth I can find In this cold midwestern snow Maybe the ice can freeze the clock Or at least make time move slow It’s time that you’ll be leaving soon But I don’t…Read more A Poem For February