Not Love, But I Wish it Was
I don’t wake up missing you, just what life used to be. I wake up missing the way a bed feels with someone else in it. I wake up missing the warmth of two bodies lazily pressed together in the ...
It’s Okay To Not Be Okay
If you get nothing else from me or this blog, I truly hope that this short message sticks with you.
Not Love, But I Wish it Was
I don’t wake up missing you, just what life used to be. I wake up missing the way a bed feels with someone else in it. I wake up missing the warmth of two bodies lazily pressed together in the early hours of the morning. I wake up missing the sound of someone breathing softly ...
Pathetic Memories
The irony of revisiting a piece like this isn’t lost on me. A little under a year ago, I thought it was pathetic to allow thoughts of you to inspire so many words, and yet here I am, writing about you again. You’ll be happy to know that I’ve changed my mind. Not about how ...
Dreaming of Dandelions
I was going to add context, but felt like that would be defeating the point. If I have to spell it out then what was the point of writing the poem in the first place. At the end of the day you’ll read, and either have a reaction or not. Artificially facilitating that is unfair ...
A Collection of Terrible Nasty Good For Nothing Thoughts
I realized as I finished writing this that it had been a while since I had posted anything. I don’t have a good explanation for the break. I suppose I haven’t felt much lately, and thus nothing I’ve written in the past month has felt important enough to show to anyone. I haven’t found much ...
Somewhere Between Sad Songs and Butterscotch
Today, instead of committing suicide, I sat on the island in the middle of my kitchen while crying and eating butterscotch. I didn’t have any particular reason to be so depressed. Nothing serious had happened, and no mounting dread loomed over me, but nevertheless, all I could think about upon waking up this morning was ...
Still Out Here Ranting
It’s everyone’s favorite time again. I’ve hit that critical mood where I do away with the piss poor poetry, thoughtless think pieces, and agonizing anecdotes, all to see how many self-deprecating remarks I can throw out before people start to worry. I’ll be honest, for about two weeks now I’ve found myself firmly nestled within ...
Dear White America
I hate days celebrating the life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. What should be a day of celebrating black excellence, and reflecting on the steps this country still needs to take to address its own racism, instead devolves into scores of people tweeting the same three quotes that only serve to misrepresent ...
The Good, The Bad, and The XXX
The Good, The Bad, and The XXX This isn’t so much a warning as it is an invitation for conversation. I’m sure there will be more than a few who disagree with my opinion, and I hope they are encouraged to voice their thoughts on the matter. Provided the opinion doesn’t come across as a ...
