To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…
Category: ramblings
checkered vans in florida | poem
see kids walking holding ice-cream in both hands I wanna ask them for one but they got checkered vans they’re quirky, and I’m not about that life. . you sneak up behind, ask the dude for a bite, then he punches you and you’re blind in the right eye oh god… here’s another car ride…
Stairs to a Gaze | Poem
Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. – A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine…
One Last Next Thing | Poem
I never will because there is always more. Always one more thing I must acquire another feeling I need to chase. Nothing is getting better inside of me. (I won’t lie.) But that doesn’t matter. I live for the one next thing the next thing on my list. I can’t do it until it is…
2 Conversations I Overheard Girls Talking About
First Conversation: Boys & Stuff “Yeah, but what’s your body count?” I hate when I’m in the bathroom and a group of girls start having a loud conversation. Their words tend to bounce off the walls to make even their whispers sounds like screams. Since I drink about 100 cups of water a day, I’m…
Things Do Not Change, We Change | Laws of Life Essay
I have always been a person that notes change. Frankly I’m not sure if I love or hate the breaking of my habitual routine or of my consistent thoughts and judgements; nonetheless, it is still fascinating to me. Thoreau’s quote is like a remedy to my younger self’s question about how people gain or lose…
The Best Word Is Weird | Essay
A college essay. Prompt: What is your favorite word? Why? Enjoy! ~ Observing spelling alone, weird itself is a weird word. Its spelling is odd, one of the most inane of the English language. If you say it slow enough, you can hear the “we’re” right before you pop the “duh.” We’re duh. The oddities…
Elegy | Poem
One day your body will be in the ground and I’ll be there won’t make a sound. A eulogy is not my scene. I’ll be crying in my seat. Just know you’ll always mean everything to me. ~
Stars of Eyes | Poem/Song
We have our universe The stars are our eyes See how they’re aligned And its not like how they are at night – We have our bubble Our balloon of faith They won’t let anybody Into each other’s space – If I hold your hand Will it make you understand? And if I look into…
State of Illusion | Poem/ Song
Jumped into a fire, didn’t get burned. Because of the strength of your last words. You have no impact on me but it is I who cannot reach a proper conclusion. – It’s a state of illusion. I think I’m losing myself to me. I think it’s time to live my life without any fears,…
