Aug 8, 2015
I don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.
Aug 7, 2015
I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to…
Aug 6, 2015
our steps within the vivid river turned ocean we sung of as we held on our knees trembled feet shook electrons hovered we set a tone sat upon broken trust the beating ring long distance no ease we were the brilliance th…
Aug 5, 2015
How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?
Aug 4, 2015
We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.
Aug 3, 2015
he was impetuous with a touch of perfect we were an interstate a perpendicular intersection where we met for a moment and continued on endlessly excerpt: tangled
Aug 2, 2015
All of my bad ideas were always my best.
Aug 2, 2015
People are so worried about being accepted that it causes them to lose themselves and in turn, lose moments.
Aug 1, 2015
back of the cab aside the wings your voice words thoughts how lovely we were broken yet immersive a glance of glass his eyes a dark sad mind how it all surrounds feeling around grabbing the ground touching my soul cares…
Jul 31, 2015
I’m floating. I’m flowing. I’m loving, but I’m going.