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. …

Scattered Poetry

Someone asked me if I enjoyed writing love poems I said yes, but I was lying because I didn’t want to explain I do not enjoy writing about an emotion that has a thousand songs, A thousand movies and best selling novels I do not enjoy writing an emotion everyone has the same descriptions for …

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 …

This Space

You’re the lyrics to my second verse Is it strange I’m turning this duet in to a solo? I didn’t mind until now Because I know I’ll regret it tomorrow I will tie together poetic words (And trust me I mean it) And then find myself hiding behind a thousand songs Why? Because I’m terrified, I’m a coward …

More Than A “What If”

I know I haven’t been posting as much as I used to, it’s not a matter of health or even personal problems. Just a lot on my schedule that I will try my oh so hardest to post at least once or twice a month. Also it’s my blog’s 4th  anniversary!    Repeating the same mistake …

More Than You Know

[Disclaimer: Some essays/stories that are written are fiction so it’s up to you whether or not you believe that it’s true or just a spur of the moment inspiration to write.] I’m writing about you again. Fuck I think I’ve been writing about you for so long that it became a habit. Every potential verse …