A Poem
The beauty in life is that nothing last forever. The pain and tears, laughter, and fears will all disappear in due time. We hold dear to those we know and those who we knew, never knowing when it will come to, our day of death. We may have…
A Poem
The beauty in life is that nothing last forever. The pain and tears, laughter, and fears will all disappear in due time. We hold dear to those we know and those who we knew, never knowing when it will come to, our day of death. We may have…
A Poem
Smile lines, like a charcoal portrait, peak through. Overshadowing the youth that once was. Because nothing lasts forever. We are strangers to ourselves. Looking into a mirror, the gray strands atop your head wave like a new friend. The kind you only want to see in passing. Chit-chatting…
A Poem About Binge Eating Disorder
If I know one thing about food, it has never hurt me. I say as I stuff my face for the third time this week. Binge, eat, binge. Is my routine. As I look around my room, at the time that has passed. All…
Let’s be rebellious. Smoke until we see our devils. Laughing at the thought, hell could ever exist. Indulging, we eat our sweet desserts, tainted with earthen herbs. They heal right? They are hell, right? I don’t feel anything anymore. I hear the voices of minstrels, singing at my funeral as…
Seasons. Like the changing of leaves and the Fall’s dew that coats the green sea of fresh-cut grass. That surpassed Summer’s warmth. We always swear that it will last. And curse when it’s here. As the humid air disappears until the next year. The world becomes cold, like our love…
Swinging as high as we could, back in the day, we thought we’d touch the sky.
We’d jump from our seats, catapulted by dreams of being “big” one day.
When I’m “big”, we’d say, I’m going to be, filling in random things that only a child dreams.
Our idea of…
Remember the time?
When we thought we had time.
To remember what we’d already done.
And the places we’ve already been.
All of our plans written,
In the essence of our minds.
We spent so much time missing out on life.
Growing. Becoming old.
As time forgets that we were once friends.
Regressing…
Let’s get so high that we see every color of the rainbow vividly.
And we become entwined in the essence of the universe.
Conversing about things that only make sense when we’re under the influence of life.
As we soar, never leaving the ground.
Landing, we try to hold this…