U and I together 

Suicide is the morning cries tangled in confusion from one more bad night. Suicide is that emptiness in your chest, and pain in your stomach when you realize all you do is hurt the ones you’re in love with. Suicide is the pressure from a lonely room crippling you from getting out of bed. Suicide…

Black and white cookies

Thanks to you I learned the art of drinking by myself at hole in the wall bars where the bartenders don’t  care who’s ID they’re  scrutinizing when they card.  Black-and-white cookies in the cart remind me of you falling before I re-start to realize the truth you might never be with me, before I overthink,…

Killing Time

I’m on a steady decline. Getting tired of drinking and hanging out in all the same rooms. With people who all wear the same perfume, or none at all. I’d rather be in a smaller city than San Francisco with lights just as bright, and buildings almost as big. Watching One Tree Hill for the…

Ten year olds

Do you remember what you wanted to be “when you grew up”? There’s a scene in one of my favorite movies, that this question feels really relevant to. If you’ve seen the movie I’m talking about, Mr. Deeds, you may know which scene I’m referring to,  and if you haven’t here’s a link below. Even…

libations

I just erased two hundred and fifty six words. I’ve been writing about the same thing, or maybe I should say the same someone for months. Almost a year in fact. I’ve been thinking, and having dreams, and nightmares about the same person as well. The talent in my eyes, and the voice in my…

Self

Who knew I had trust issues? Afraid of my own reflection, and questioning everyone’s intentions. Seeking out a solitude, friendship, in people that matter. People that care. People without the disgression to hide what they truly yearn to share. I’m growing up, and that’s the most difficult to admit because the moment I stop claiming…

Manifest Fantasy

A few years from now I’ll bump into you in a bar in a lonely city. I’ll be in love with the lights, and the buildings. You’ll have grown up a little bit, maybe you’ll be infatuated with someone that loves you back. Maybe you’ll be sleeping with girls without boyfriends. I’ll be emotionally stable…

Charleston 

I wasn’t made for small things, small places, or small people. Everything around me is underwhelming. I feel like I need out right now, but the only thing I’ll ever be sure of needing, is more. 

the sky is blue the sun is red

Van Gogh thought eating yellow paint would make him happy; I thought you were my yellow paint. you’re toxic to taste, but when put to paper, you produce a painting of the perfect sunflower, hang you above my bed to brighten my days Had a dream you wanted to stay; Woke up without yellow paint…

My blog the movie: Crying over Vans 

I know what you like And you know how I think You use all the best parts of me to break me underneath  It hurts especially remembering how you grit your teeth  Kept quiet while I cried It broke my heart the most how when I tried to see through you, looking in your eyes…

dank deathstars 

It irritates me when people are fine with just going through their days so mindlessly. When thinking to someone just means doing simple tasks or making repetitive choices.  I’d like to think that productive thought requires much more imagination.  An interesting thought I came across was that the things created to distract and “entertain” us…