Hold My Hope | Poetry

These stars have died, bloodshed Lights sparkling on the other side Hold the hand of the lost Hold the hand of the condemned These self-called saints Wreak hell in the streets (Knock on doors) Hold the hand of the never was Hold the hand of the never were Thousands have died For misinterpreted sins (Fall …

How An Accidental Like Turned Into A Lesson |Dear Cupid You’re A Jerk

The last thing you want when you’re scrolling through a cute guy’s Facebook profile is to accidentally like something from five to six year ago -fuck it happened to me. Sadly, I didn’t realize it in time instead I got a message from said guy thanking me for liking his old profile picture. I was …

Every Now And Then

There’s this thought That creeps around Every now and then But never too often That one day You’ll leave Others have knocked on my door They offered sweeter words And a promise of pleasure But you were the one Who stood out You didn’t carry a bribery Instead, you held out your hand I took …

My Boyfriend’s Puppy Is Helping Me

I have been in a slump for the past couple of weeks but luckily my boyfriend’s dog has been there for me. I just finished school last December which meant I had to look for a full-time job now. The start of the job search was promising when the beginning of this year I was …

Stop Knocking

Keep your bitterness to yourself Stop knocking on my door, I don’t have a cup of sugar To fill your coffee with Try the girl next door Because you blew every second chance I gave you I’m not repeating steps one or two Hope you like lonely cappuccino nights My phone lost your number So …

Spitting Out Cliches

I love you to the moon and back I’d say, Jupiter or Neptune, But there’s nowhere for me to land I can keep going through space To equate my love with its distance but the farther I go I realize to the moon or the stars Would only make me miss you Roses are red, …

Wasted (A Short Story of You and I)

(“Sunsets & Poets” is my online video portfolio) This video was an old school project and I’ve decided to revise a bit. The story is inspired by my own love life. I’ve actually written about it quite a few times on this blog. Enjoy.

Poem Day 4: Us

You’re the love I thought was made-up My partner in crime But never justified my mistakes I see lights after holding your hand I reach out to an empty space Hoping you’re on the other side of the bed I’d give anything to wake up beside you Every morning and every night Have you be …