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 ...
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 ...
World Poetry Day
It’s World Poetry Day, and as one of life’s leading poets, I am obliged to participate. All jokes aside, I needed an excuse to post these two pieces. I have been sitting on them for quite some time, and couldn’t justify putting them out into the world until today. They are handwritten, my apologies to those ...
Forgive Me For I Have Sinned
This piece was started a lifetime ago, at a time in which my response to negativity in my life was, well, mean. I had started opening up to friends and family about my depression, and thus was facing the harsh reality of going public with depression. People don’t know how to properly react, and it ...
Dear Sydney
Dear Sydney, You’ve been asking me to open up to you, so it’s only fair that I write you one of these. I’m sure this isn’t what you had in mind when you said that, but right now I think this is the best I can do. I’m sorry I never let you know just ...
It’s Not About Love
This Poem Isn’t About Love. It’s about lines ripped from cinema, and sad songs played on repeat. About rooftop talks on cold snowy nights, and late night drives through brightly lit neighborhoods. It’s not about love. It’s about Tequila chased with limes, and the bitter taste of feelings. About midnight trips with no destination, ...
