Please be patient. I will be posting some work as soon as I can.

Henry Thoreau explains in this essay, “The Natural History of Massachusetts”, “If there were no other vicissitudes other than the seasons, our interest would never tire.” And thus, I have come to realize that the changes of the seasons keep me awake for all my life. It is undoubtedly a beautiful phenomenon that is, now in society, overlooked. Our ( Read more... )

You’re seeing the world in a flaxen tone. You know that behind that gray overcast there could be something better. Still lost though in your memories of what could’ve been. I’m sorry this had to happen so soon…

i see you now.
i’m missing you more less.
you meant so much to me.

you’re disappointing me now; i thought you honestly knew better.
i am ( Read more... )

I dreamt about you last night ( Read more... )

we are selfish.
we are here.
we are now.
we are tomorrow.
and we are sad.

There I was. And I was comfortable with her ( Read more... )

We all need to stop ( Read more... )

Shake,
Shake away.
All the lies are bleeding their way onto your bed.
They're spilling out of your eyes.

We're de-seeding the sour lemons that are your life.
Sour, tart, repulsive.
Take away the seeds,
You won't be reborn.

I can't stand to watch you lick those stamps.
It makes me sick.

Joseph couldn't find his way out of this paper bag ( Read more... )

I'm starting to feel my curley-cue dreams ( Read more... )

Oh boy, I let myself go again ( Read more... )