It seems that every time I make progress, I want to take a detour into anxiety and stress. At times I feel that too much success Could mean I’m about to free fall into less.
Tonight was supposed to be the last time I wrote about last year's negatives, but as "Calling on You" plays, it is a sedative that fils my core of feelings that are only positive. You know that twisted knot in your chest, actually no that would require an ER visit. Seriously, if a tight feeling … Continue reading Convoluted Poem
Got some inspiration eating today. 'Twas fun No black and white but I feel so official eating a wheat bread sandwich filled with Boar’s Head meat and kettle chips. Not only that, but it is a front row seat to study the most interesting specimen—people. To my left sits someone my age having … Continue reading At Lunch
From the concrete slabs you rise, begin to bring color to the modern chains of monotony. Amongst the stoic surroundings you breathe life into once vacant air. A small sprout in a pool of grey, life has hope in my eyes once again.
Almost forgot to write a piece for the tenth. Managed to crank it out before I pass out. After the Storm At the beginning we used to be like a Sunday morning. Breakfast on the stove and I'd call you darling. The way your hair moved when you walked could mesmerize anyone who crossed our … Continue reading After the Storm
Just realized that this month is national poetry month! I'm a little behind but feels good to get back into the groove of writing. Morning Before Monday The sounds of Maroon Five’s consonances coupled with the sun’s serenity washes over me. A timid melodic breeze awakens the leaves outside, which tells me that … Continue reading Morning Before Monday
Across the table sits a lady without compare. To try to put her into words is just unfair. To theorize how her vibrant hair flows in the evening breeze would be impossible to quantify for Einstein or Socrates. How she chose me I still don’t understand— a goddess with a peasant makes this all … Continue reading Midnight Melody
The melody of Donnie Trumpet lifts me out of my heavy, needed slumber, I inhale the familiar scent of paper to realize my textbook shielded my face from morning rays. As my eyes adjust, the room becomes clear. The fall air is light and crisp in my room due to the slits between my … Continue reading Monday Morning
There are a myriad of responses. I'm tired and I could really use a nap. The basketball game last night was intense. I'm worried that maybe I'll be home late or I'll miss my friend's ceremony. There's this woman who makes me believe in love once again. Today could be the last time I see … Continue reading How’s it going
In the night is when they both would come together. A metal and a nonmetal forming a bond, she took from him what she needed to make her whole. Although this made him seem complete, he felt that there was something missing. In her arms was a spark that needed a light, but within him … Continue reading Shackles