18 years old


  • The Day You Died

    The day you died 

    We danced, sang, and laughed until we cried

    we filled ourselves with happiness until the sadness did subside

    At the end we simply said good night not goodbye

  • 17th Birthday

    A year older.

    A year wiser. 

    Time slips out from my grasp like the oceans tides, 

    Natural yet terrifying in the most nauseating way, 

    I’m sick of growing up.
  • Love Lost

    Love is felt most when its leaving 

    We cry for what once was 

    What could’ve been

    For the people We once were 

    Watching as it leaves

    Weary eyes, and tired feet 
  • Oh, Bird!

    Oh, Bird, tell me how does it feel to float on wings of ivory and gold?
    What is it like to have the world at your fingertips? 
    Tell me of the world beyond these acres, 
    Of the thrilling adventures in which you sing. 
  • The Soundtrack of Memories

    My life has a soundtrack, bluesy rock that sounds like cooking with my grandfather on Sunday afternoons, mild indie rock that feels like cool fall air, and walking on pine needles, early 2000’s alternative that smells like cinnamon and my mothers
  • Memories

    Arguments with the demon 

    Traced on the landscape of a night in May 

    Melancholic shadows, the gray of memory  

    The enigma of truth, tangled with spectral whispers.

    Lume of my mind,