Stars, Black Holes, and Vodka

she was once a star until she can no longer shine she was burned out she is now darkness empty and trying to find fulfillment but even light couldn’t pass through she walks on glitter hoping she’d sparkle once more but she’s too broken while he was wonderful simply amazing and innocent he fell in …

Pieces of Peace: Lonely Morning Hangovers

I want to wake up beside you because I want to know how it feels when your body curls next to mine. I want to feel your skin under the covers and our legs intertwined. I want to feel your lips pressed on my forehead as you slowly doze off. Your arms wrapped around me …

Late Night Love

Tired city lights, lazy neon signs, and street lamps people looking for bar stools, lonely eyes and a drink Shmucks looking for love in a lust filled palace a mix of desperate lovers and horny bastards doing anything to get into someone’s pants covering tanlines where wedding rings were supposed to be There’s the lonely …

Pieces of Peace: Letters I Never Sent

One: We’ve gotten closer; we exchanged books and playlists which were equivalent to sharing pieces of our souls. We shared secrets that we never told anyone else and it was the first time anyone would raise a fist to protect me. You gave me a book and I saw it as a way to tell …

To the Boy with the Blue Guitar

I placed you on a pedestal No, I made you a throne to sit on However my efforts were wasted I promise this is my last piece I promise this is the last time you will ever be mentioned in my poetry Because I am tired of revisiting old conversations Same old metaphors all referring to you. …

Letters You Left

There are writings on the wall There are writings in the sky There are writings in the places you’ve been Your marks are the words you’ve said over and over Laced in our memories because of constant repetition Rehearsed stories worth more than one conversation Some were told during drunken nights Some were told during …

Pieces of Peace: Dear Cupid You’re A Jerk

Want a tip? Never get drunk and fall in love or you’ll end up like me. There I was finally twenty years old and with the worst hangover one could ever experience in their lifetime. My head hurts, my back felt as if I’ve lost my spine and then I had class in the next 45 …