It’s no wonder my first friend was a book.
We will drown out those lies with our voices. We will prove you wrong.
Regret tastes like a rusted penny and the sharp tang of too much salt. It’s that feeling after you say … More
One person can start a revolution but only a group can carry it to success.
You fall, crashing hard on your knees, scraping them and making them bleed. And a part of you, that tiny … More
You say to me that you are leaving. Your bags are packed, your coat is on. You expect tears but … More
Another poem. This is one out of three I wrote the other day. I got randomly inspired. Enjoy!
If I could say all the things I wanted to say, I’d start by saying you are the reason why … More