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An Ocean of Goodbyes
Goodbye. It’s a kind of unsettling emotion That starts with the feeling your stomach gets When you eat too many Pop Rocks Then down a shot of soda And your mind is churning As though all the grey...
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Where did the words go?
I open my mouth to speak But not a sound escapes Not a single word Even this oppressive silence Cannot compel me to fill the air With any of my precious words Perhaps if I write it down, I think...
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Silence.
Aimee sits alone in the middle of an otherwise deserted field. The sky is starting to fill with clouds, hinting at a storm to come. The cool air fills with fog, revealing only the barest hints of the...
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A love story (told in cinquains and cups of coffee).
Meeting Across warm mugs The faint smell creeps unnoticed Overshadowed by gentle smiles Careful Coffee Flies through the air Landing on her – now soaked He begs pardon, the blush rising She laughs...
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Tell a Story.
In Rachel Crane’s Tell a Story., she talks about the very nature of stories, and, in this post, I’ll be talking about it as well. The stories we tell, the stories we listen to, and, most importantly,...
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The end of the world.
Down here where the world is ending There is only you, and only me And the silence that the dusk brings Down here where the world is ending I almost confess that you’re amazing But I manage to bite...
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He.
He was a tentative smile A half-filled cup of coffee A spilled bottle of ink An old typewriter covered in dust He was bungee jumping Spring cleaning Fully filled journals Unsolved math problems He...
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There’s no use crying over spilled ink.
The spilled ink traversed the white pages Leaving in its path An eternity of blackness A beauty and pain yet unbeknownst Ink leaves behind the light and shadow Forming new worlds and stories and...
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Advice to the Girl in the Corner
Okay, so this poem is going to be a little different. It’s meant to be read aloud, so yeah. I’ve attached the audio from my reading of it. Hopefully, you guys will like it. It’s my first time actually...
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I can write.
So, as you may know (if you’ve been keeping up with my previous posts), just last month, I finished writing a novel. And by finished writing a novel, I mean that I spend a bit under thirty days...
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Drive and Driving.
I write to comprehend the things I do not understand. I write to experience the things I do. I write because our universe is so vast that almost anything that could possibly happen should, and yet only...
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What if metaphors were literal?
What if we truly meant every word that passed through these lips? What if each syllable we spoke was the truth, the absolute factual truth? In a world where only the truth did prevail, would we be...
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I’m still figuring things out.
I believe in this. I believe in cartwheels in the park and mint green nail polish. I believe in the faint blue glow of laptop screens and the hot summer sun beating down on your face as the ocean...
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Too Much.
Some days I think I must fall a little bit in love with every person that I meet. Telling the very same story to any person that might listen. Giving pieces of my heart away to any person who...
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Words fail me.
Over two thousand languages have never been written down – the way words have never been enough to describe the way […]
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