I love the view of my street as I turn into it Because it means I’m coming home. How can I accurately describe the feeling of today? The sky’s perfectly…
I feel like a savage asking myself Why are they even keeping her alive? She’s a swinging pendulum between consciousness and confusion– She doesn’t even know me. I’m a pendulum…
It feels like it did those days at Fox Run During recess when rain was about to fall. Grey sky, vivid grass, a breeze. The smell of drops on their…
I am more naïve Than I allow myself to believe. But still, I am no saint. I live in a modern world Where the dreams I had as a girl…
Here I sitRegretting the dayWith twenty one years of lifeAnd nothing to show for it. So I paint by dwindling lightMediocre flowers the world has seenA thousand times over.They were…
Long Version: Gone are the good dreams of youth– The ones that stem from hope Of the future. (The gravity of death ruins all.) The bizarre and wretched become commonplace…
Now my footsteps fall so lightly. The stir of teenaged movement Grew quiet. My voice then, unbreakable And now it’s but a whisper. What a relief to bite my own…
You’re missing something. Some crucial piece I can’t identify. But I’ve always known it lives inside me. I used to try and make you search for yours But you brushed…
I apologize every day For things that don’t matter. Situations beyond my control– Things that make me feel silly After the “it’s okay” I’m told. But I would forget all…
I roll my windows down When it rains So I can sing without listeners.