shit doomed from the start when I
noticed how much books and I had
in common. You held us and it became
impossible not to fall in love with you. ❞
that I’ve resorted to picking up
smoking cigarettes so I can
remember how it feels to
have the breath be taken
out from my lungs. ❞
missing you so much
that I stared in the mirror and
said Bloody Mary 3 times,
just so I could have someone to talk to. ❞
I want more tattoos and I want to get my nose pierced.
I say as I sit in a library, seeped
with knowledge and potential;
Surrounded with tools I can learn
to use to carve out my own, individual path.
To be frank, I’m kind of dull.
I think as I have dinner with 5 other
friends whom I share my fries with
and my stories and they give me in
return a joke I’ve never heard or a
perspective I’ve never seen.
On the real, these days have been slow.
I tell myself when I am breathing
cold, crisp air that brinks on the edge
of autumn and winter, the sun shining
through the fog like a gold chiseled
blade, my face warm from the
hot chocolate nestled in my stomach.
this is as exciting as I make of it. ❞
Hey, I was interviewed in this magazine about slam poetry! Not too shabby.
How selfish of me to never
learn how to swim. ❞
Instead, I just make tally marks on
a post it note to signify how many
days it has been since we slept
in the same bed. ❞
Hey Ya! by OutKast
"Thank God for Mom and Dad for sticking through together cause we don’t know how."
Thanksgiving just made me think about
how I so desperately want to spend it with you.
Us, taking the entire day to cook,
Sam Cooke drifting with the smell of potatoes and butter.
The sun goes down early and
the candles come out quick.
Maybe even a fire too.
that just made me think about
how I so desperately want to spend
Wednesday with you. Or March 27th.
my fingers forget how to write.
my mind forgets to make thoughts.
I am only consumed by my heart.
I’ll probably always lose my shit when I hear “Stan”