Sit with me. Let’s have a cup of honest tea, and figure out exactly where we’re meant to be.
Tag Archives: poet
A Monopoly on Madness
At the end of the night, we all must pay our tab. And when the money runs out, all that’s left is everything we’re running from.
Why Write Poetry?
A long time ago, in a classroom far far away… I wanted to be a writer.
Time to Time
As if happiness has a certain scent that even my best lavender softener could pretend to be.
Fear of Light
I’m trying so hard to forgive myself, for all the things that were never my fault.
Watercolor Chaos
I asked your heart to hold still so I could paint you in my dreams; knowing all along, that I love the way watercolor runs in the rain.
Impossible Odds
Please… Let me torture myself a little longer, so that I don’t forget what it feels like to fall in love.
Sweetest Dreams
Maybe someday, I might show up, in your sweetest dreams…
The Wanderer
The madness, might grip my soul, and crumble me like the ten-page love letter I never sent to my high school sweet heart.
Somewhere
I’ll keep driving for now, at least, until somewhere, catches up to me.