Poetry

  • I believe

    I believe in America and I believe in who we could be

    but I don't believe in who we are.

    It's so easy to give up and let them reign.

    I am.

    I'm scared to stand up or say things and I haven't before,

    and I won't.

  • If only I could

    If only I could stop doubting myself,

    If only I could stop being afraid,

    If only I could be happier instead of secret depression,

    If only I could get better, and peace would stay,

  • Expendable

    Am I disposable to you?
    Did you get me thinking I'd be 20% off?
    Did you get me thinking you could just find another, not caring if I'd be getting a good lover?
    You think I'm disposable, discarded, trash.

  • Glitter Rain

    Sometimes it feels like

    there is a giant boulder

    hanging above my head

    which I constantly have to chip away at

    to prevent it from crushing me

    but, what if I rest too long

    or can't chip fast enough

  • True love

    True love.

    Love that's true.

    Love you know

    in your heart

    is you and another person.

     

    I guess I like to think I'm in love

    I never really know.

  • To The Haters

    Sunflowers have secrets

    Roses riot

    We all have spirits 

    We won't be quiet

     

    Lilies lie

    Poinsettias have power

    Flowers die

    We have the strength of a new and blooming flower

     

  • A Philosophy on Glitter

    What you think is a great rock

    over your head is

    actually a great ball of glitter;

    when you think you're about to be crushed

    by a massive rock, and

    it has become too heavy to hold, the

    ball will pop, and

  • Me

    Who am I?

    I don’t even know anymore.

    I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.

    Yet, I’m still that person.

    I’m both at once and neither.

    So who am I?

  • that's amore

    "when the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie"

     

    dean martin's voice booms throughout the house

    as I lay on the living room couch

    basking in heat from the wood-stove

    to the tune of an over saturated

  • Ours

    There are vintage looking posters in the windows 

    And they’re probably not old 

    But I’d almost believe you 

    If you said they were. 


    They’re next to organic candles