Poetry

The journey of change must end.

The arduous climb to the top

For a cause left unspoken.

Our hearts craved the triumph that was so close.

lying down on the rocky ground of western Colorado

and looking up at what the vast darkness of the unknown has granted us tonight

an ache fills my lungs as my eyes take in the beauty of the millions of lights dotting the sky

I stare out into the blues and greens of the Atlantic,

My fingers press into the sand as I sit in silence

I feel time pass slowly, an ache that eats at my soul,

And I realize there isn't much left of summer

Wishes are a funny thing,

they are a thread of hope that pulls until it hits the next stitch,

the next wish,

I can't say I'm not one the fools who try,

I wish on everything I can find.

i could describe my father in one word 
brickwall.  

Petals, once brilliant,

now a bruised, crimson stain.

A wilting sigh,

a silent scream,

a last breath.

Decay's slow dance,

Thank you,

tina fey and amy poehler

it makes me feel good

that you two 

sat behind

the weekend update desk

telling jokes

proving that edgy,

political comedy

is not just

a

Why are night drives their own feeling?
Exhaustion eats away at my head,
A fuzzy feeling behind my eyes
But the view is worth it

Small

When I feel small
I wonder about the stars
The planets
The trees
And the bigger things.

Me and you,

You and me,
The end is never,

If it’s just

Me and you.

You and me.

I have been called skinny by old friends 

I have been told I'm chubby by the internet

I have been told I'm somewhere in the middle 

a size S, M, and sometimes L

I don't like my tummy 

I'd like to say 

I think I'll stay 

with you 

I'll take your hand 

hold on tight

don't think I'll ever let go.

I'm scared I'll lose even the idea of you