Thoughts About Her

You’re all I want to write about Because you’re all I think about.  But I have no words to use  Because my emotions you misuse.  I am a water tower filled to the brim with anger and ready to drown the city you’re living in.   I constantly tell myself, “I’m so over you.” But … More Thoughts About Her

When I was twelve,  I hated myself.  Not to mention I didn’t get any attention.  I was shoved in the basement, and flooded with emptiness and leftover conversations.  At night, when I was drowning in darkness, I wasn’t afraid of the dark like I am today.  The darkness was a way for me to hide … More

“I miss you”

You say you miss me but your words are as hollow as your coffin.  You love so lively, while I feel so dead.  Every word I send makes me lose another breathe because my heart stops once more at the thought of you.  I stay up at night writing you poems that I wish I … More “I miss you”

Writing Tragedy

I woke up in my white house, in my white room, in my white skin. And with minimal surprise, I learned about another tragedy. Not understanding the gravity of the situation, I now have something to write about. You see, tragedy rings in a writers ears like the dinner bell for a dog.   Hell!  What are … More Writing Tragedy

Kids Like Us

To the teacher I had for four days and ten seconds: I used to adore you. I used to have such respect for you. I used to see you with such dignity. But when I told you I could not overwhelm myself with colossally high standards, you ignorantly remarked “…oh you’re one of those kids.” … More Kids Like Us