Category: Poetry

No moment you have lived was ever better off without you. We aren’t accumulations of failures; we are exactly who we are meant to be, pain and all.

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We live because no matter how much pain we may feel, we feel so much more. What is joy, happiness, that falling while reading a lover's last note, that warmth from a friends smile after a night spent on failures, that fleeting sense of control that makes you feel at home and holds you back … Continue reading No moment you have lived was ever better off without you. We aren’t accumulations of failures; we are exactly who we are meant to be, pain and all.

If ever I find myself falling in love again, I hope it comes as one big wave; I’m tired of drowning slowly in sweet nothings.

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She touches you with two hands, And she cradles you in a lover's whisper. She outlines your face in her right; Slow motions, etching into the tips of her fingers The curves you never knew you had.   Her left makes its way toward your ear, And the fire starts in your blushing cheeks, Burning … Continue reading If ever I find myself falling in love again, I hope it comes as one big wave; I’m tired of drowning slowly in sweet nothings.

It’s not so simple, black and white and shades of gray. We exist as light, and can be bent to reflect the colors of the heavens themselves, at least in the right persons eyes.

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My body lies still in sleep, unlike my insecure soul. My dreams carry weight; they are the leaves after the autumn downpour, so common nobody stops to stare, but to each tree it feels like a lead weight just shifted onto the branches, making each leaf cry out in turn: “It’s now the time for … Continue reading It’s not so simple, black and white and shades of gray. We exist as light, and can be bent to reflect the colors of the heavens themselves, at least in the right persons eyes.

On clear nights I stare at the sky and make a wish to those billion year old lights, and it’s the same wish every single time. 

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I want to live in a place where my heart feels...weightless. I want to know the type of hug that feels warm, like summer air against your skin. I want to find myself lost in thoughts of fireworks and pancake breakfasts, snowball fights in January and chocolate filled Halloweens. I want to look forward to … Continue reading On clear nights I stare at the sky and make a wish to those billion year old lights, and it’s the same wish every single time. 

If I was never aiming to accomplish anything, then by definition I couldn’t fail, right? I guess logic isn’t one of my strong suits.

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I’ve been here before; That point where my wrist twists at the touch of pen to paper. My body yearns for a release into words, For that is the only time I’ve ever felt..whole. Yet, once before, this very same stutter did occur. I was falling, drowning, every other analogy for dead on my feet. … Continue reading If I was never aiming to accomplish anything, then by definition I couldn’t fail, right? I guess logic isn’t one of my strong suits.

Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.

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Pierced through my skin, as sudden as a hornet’s sting, The lingering sensation left on my hands by his stroke. My lips wither outside of his taste; O does my body know How to turn desire into true demand. What once was a wish now boils in my blood, Looms over my waking dreams, cradles … Continue reading Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.

Fresh snow shining in the morning Sun is a view I’ll never grow tired of.

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I want you to fall in love with me The same way the flower falls in love With the rising of the sun on the Eastern shores, Those Boston winters capping the cold buds, A dark center, kept to itself, Until it unfurls with a moment Of spring time winds and morning mist; Fall in … Continue reading Fresh snow shining in the morning Sun is a view I’ll never grow tired of.

It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.

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She does a worn soul good, like campbells chicken soup On a stormy, chilly day pent up all alone In this place we call November, Ohio. She brings back the heat to the center of your body And you can feel it radiate to the tips of your frosty toes Until time flies, until eyes … Continue reading It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.