September 1, 2014

Sometimes I’m just tired of having opinions. Tired of feeling attacked for thinking differently.

August 25, 2014

Let’s make a note that I can accept that you have a side to this argument. I can also be fully aware and understanding of exactly what you’re trying to say. My understanding of your point does not equal my agreement with your perspective.

So let’s not rush to saying: “But you don’t get it!” just because I don’t subscribe to your views.

August 24, 2014

clear glass windows
and knockers on doors
aren’t an open invitation.

My house has walls for a reason.
Keeping all that’s private safe,
and distancing me from unwanted eyes.

I mean, people can own welcome mats
and fences too.

August 24, 2014


Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

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August 21, 2014
Long Distance Relationship

On particularly bad days
I look out my window
and search for Ursa Minor.

I’ve since learned
that the tip of the dipper,
Polaris is roughly
four-hundred and thirty-three
light years away from us.

Another star
in the constellation,
Beta Ursae Minoris,
is approximately
one-hundred and thirty-one
light years from Earth.

But to me,
it’s barely a finger’s inch
in distance,
and the greatest separation
can seem insignificant
by the right perspective.

And this is why I still wait for you
to call me.

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August 21, 2014

With such a vast expanse of sky
and such limited view
we are unfortunate
in finding ourselves
the ability to see
what lies in front of us.

It is estimated
that in any given day
a star will shoot across the heavens
every 10 to 15 minutes

But we’re almost guaranteed to miss it completely.

I thought about what
it had been like
to hold your gaze
for 10 seconds

and know that soon enough
you’d look in some other direction
and miss me

And I felt myself
racing across your heavens;
burning out
just as I started
to enter your atmosphere

But I swear in that moment
I was the brightest thing in your sky
and we were meant to meet

but as passerbyes
on a different collision course.

So it goes.

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August 11, 2014

I am sometimes afraid that I’ll forget what your voice sounds like. It terrifies me to only remember your face, and I can’t stop but think that one day I’ll wake up and realize that I’ve lost everything you said.

August 7, 2014
Possible Projects Incoming!

Lately, I’ve been juggling around a few ideas for projects that I might want to undertake in the next couple of months, up to a year. Rarely do I become this enthusiastic about something that I really want to give myself to it, but I’ve been feeling like I really want to become more public with my talents in writing and performing.

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August 6, 2014
Torch Light

She and I
by torch light
digging deep
into piles of junk
and cobbed-webbed antiquities

the skeletons in the attic
I never dared to acknowledge
stared me down through
deep set darkness
reminding me
that I had lain their bodies here.

they lived and died within my house
and always lingered
wordlessly overhead

Fuck all,
I was still scared

grinding my fears into bone meal
and brushing dust off my anxieties.

but at least by torch light
I knew what I was hiding from
and she still held my hand
through the trembles.

August 6, 2014

Humans by nature are very emotional creatures, and I think it’s beautiful to see this capacity laid out carefully. Anger for example, rarely looks or feels like:

"I am a tempest, blowing all my friends away and buffeting my reason."

and more like:


And I know it isn’t from a lack of ability to express themselves, or a pause in logic and order, but just that emotion is so overwhelming and independent of reason that it influences our thoughts and actions to the point of apparent lunacy.

And maybe that’s why I fell in love with poetry, for telling all the stories I lived whilst being completely without words.

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