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 …

Tale of Two Loves

  Your love chokes me and I no longer want thatI said you take my breath awayBut you are crushing my windpipeYour love makes me bleed, your love makes me cryLove hurts but we took the metaphor literallyWhen I said I wanted a crazy kind of loveCall me insane kind of loveWhat you gave me …

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 …

Pieces of Peace: Drama Reserved For High School

High School is not complete without the usual drama. Boy was Junior year full of it. At the time I was suffering from emotional stress and depression. It was a little hard for me to put up a straight front much less a happy one. It was a weird time for me, not only was …

Pieces of Peace: Millennial Expectations

Let’s skip 2009 because it was my freshman year and all I wrote about were boys. Not a shock really, there wasn’t anything my 13 (or 14 year old) self wrote besides boys. But don’t we all go through that phase? Being a teenager means ranging hormones and confused feelings after all. There are some …