the objective is merriment, a lifetime of frustration. what is the point? if not for infatuation.   it bears repeating of our frail mortality, the most minuscule choice ends...

The heavy sunlight beams through    the varying blue-green waters   carrying the souls of the outcasted on their backs   Each minute rolling and rolling, more and more    Just...

She doesn’t exist they say, She will never exist they say, But she knows in her heart She will always exist. She’s crazy they say, She’ll always be crazy they say, And she knows...

Loving and hating;  laughing and crying;  relationships and disconnections;  these things make up the vessel of life.    This “vessel” as I call it  isn’t always the easiest...

There was a point in time where music meant something important. It was raw and vulnerable and full of soul. Singers played their instruments instead of using technology to create sounds. The artists could...

Your veins have begged you to run since the first beat of your heart. It’s a call you can’t ignore forever, but after three hours of driving toward Anywhere North Of This God-Forsaken Place,...

The sun’s descent beneath the clustered buildings of Paris gave confidence to all night’s shadows, even the most fickle in spirit, and they drew to huddle amongst the tattered scraps of paper and piled...

I could tell you to smile, To let your tear stained face go dry, Because there is so much in the world to look forward too, To cheer up, Because the sun is shining high and the birds are singing...

I struggle to decide if the significance of life outweighs its brevity as I stand in a crowded subway station, shoulders hunched and surrounded by people with different lives and families and late-night...

Life gets bolder. The weather gets colder. We grow older. As seniors in high school, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders.   Words grow sharper. Nights get darker. The...

The following are three poems that I have written. They all follow a central theme of love; however, I always try to keep my creative writing ambiguous in order to allow more people to relate to it. My...

At 4 am, When it's too late to go back to sleep, And it's too early to start the day, Remember the things you were told   Remember that your mother Called you pumpkin and peach With...