(2015)
Sitting in a very dark room with no windows and no light; my hand holds a small slender candle, the flame flickers softly. The only thing fanning the flame is my breath while I sit and ...
Swirl me Round and Round; Add love unfold, And let me
Today, we no longer write letters to those we want to fall in love with. Today, poems no longer exist to conquer the girl we want to fall in love with. Today, I confess that I would lik...
I’m sorry I didn’t mean to call y… but I couldn’t fight it I guess I was weak and couldn’t e… and so I surrender just to hear yo… I know how many times I said I’m…
Its 11:13pm, sleep is an elusive c… I see before me the corridors of m… Each night runs the same double fe… I cannot sleep, slumber I cannot… You of the blessed, sleep undistur…
Sometimes I just need to feel like I’m really not all alone and someone, somewhere, is at least trying to understand. Then I stumble across a book
It’s 6:00am in the morning and it… I arrive on the second floor and w… to the door marked with big red letters you can’t miss, 'chemother… My hand tentatively grabs
Tan grande fue mi caida, que casi… Jamas pense que te mentia dandome… Tan grande fue mi caida que aun no… Pense que tenia alas de papel
Thinking of you.... Johanne... The light and the air and the wisps of your hair cascade like moonlight. The drops of your sweat, like dew upon your body. The rise of your chest, the so...
I see you as the sunlight at midni… And a dream after infinity, And I placed la Grande Ourse on… And you kept on like nothing; I sweetened the sea water for when…
who starts to lie and yet he lies not for some glory’s way, but to protect the one he loved each day from his own brain. And once in every place, there is this man with an empty spa...
Every friend I have known says the same things about me. “I’ve never heard him raise his voice, ever.” All the way up into high school any kid who wanted to pick a fight found me. I cam...
When the sun is obscured, and the flowers becomes inert. When the day is complete I am ungrateful and I prefer to accompany death.
Drinking stale coffee burning my tongue I wait... and wait... at another dirty train station
He sits in His room, pen and paper at hand, afraid that His missives are nothing but bland. Emotions unbridled
