You call me cute and fuzzy and everything else
You taught me all the wonder that a writer tells
Even if you hated the world, you always had time to kiss my cheek
You come just to see me in the middle of your week
It isn’t a coincidence that my last two girlfriends were exactly like you
You taught me what it’s like to be happy and love what I do
You knew about my first kiss right after I kissed her
Trust me, you’re the best big sister


Sunday Morning

The sunlight flows gently, a river of all that can be seen
It drips down the walls, letting me swim in all that it is
I rise, as in a dream, basking lazily like only a glutton could
This is reel of life, an endless loop, the forgotten scene

On Love

Yes, I like it when you blush and your cheeks go all red
Yes, I have culturally and socially inappropriate fantasies of you in my bed
Yes, I like the cliched way your hand fits in mine
Yes, I know this may not get too far, and that's fine
 I love that we haven't even kissed yet( I do!)
 I like that one because it's the one you drew
 I know this may not be the way to do it,
but you know what, I don't care! Screw it!
This isn't shakespeare, nor mills and boon
It's too little too fast, and too soon
It might not be what they say it's supposed to be
But, it's everything to me



Day and night, they pass.
Each as grisly as the last
Everything's dirty, everything's right there
Everything's always been somewhere

Gaze now, at the soles of your feet
The dirt is their prize, from the illusion's defeat
Yet, as you wash it all off, you're told you're pure
You escape the beauty of the mud's allure

Sit on the grass, freshly cut
Feel the cool dirt, and your eyes, let them shut
This feeds all you see and all you will
Feel it, love it, and bask in this newfound bliss, beautifully still

Love all you see, in this dirt
All that
Creeps and crawls
and weeps and bawls
and cheeps and calls 
(for love, as they know can only hurt)

Wind in your hair is not of a poem or book
It keeps in check all that life has left shook

For love, we tie stones round our finger
Should that gaze forget to linger

We are one with the earth and shall be bound here till the end of time
On here, we have loved, lost, and lived, blessed in an unending crime


Like everyone else

It's so quiet 
in My head
There's so much I could be
There's so much I could do

But, is it really worth it?
Yeah, sure, work hard for tomorrow
But, when is tomorrow, 
that unreachable dystopia with an eternal dawn?

It nibbles and nibbles 
through the vastness of every thought
every day
every night
until there isn't a tomorrow

I'm not the first,
won't Be the last
A voice in the choir
that transcends time

It's always the same
Hate the cycle
Be a part of it anyway

Yeah, that's me
That's you
That's everyone

You're not special
But then
Who is?




I'm not sure anymore, 
but I just might be.
I love being vague,
it creates so many loose ends

I'm a pretentious prick,
yeah, sure, but I own it,
like no one else would,
at the cost of real friends.

I see eyes gloss over
every time I open my mouth.
I know I'm not really the best
to capture the imagination

You see, it's just that..........

The words, they tumble out
No pause, not giving my brain
a chance to glance at all 
the havoc they could wreak

I need to talk,
it's an urge,
an addiction
and I'm hooked 

I love it, 
I relish it, 
with every breath, 
with every flourish,
with every shout,
with every overtly 
exaggerated action, 

I see smiles,I hear laughter,
sweet as the tinkling of wind-chimes
at me, or with me, I could not care less.

Just a quick flash of a smile, 
and I'm content.
It's a beautiful sight.

On Panic

It’s the eve of my finals. I’m freaking out about my economics paper, but subconsciously even more so, about the english literature paper that shall follow it all too soon.

It’s Taylor Swift time; 2:00 a.m. , I mean. I’m on the phone with my girlfriend type thing, failing to stifle yawns as I read out anti-autocratic poetry to her. My brain keeps telling me to study, but, it also coaxes and lulls me into a state of such blissful rest, as i feel my eyes drooping shut.

And, then: BAM!  No more sleep. Why? Well, the two C’s: Coffee and Conscience

I really shouldn’t be making excuses to myself for my own idiocy. It’s always the same. I get into the year with all these dreams of finally reaching my potential, and it takes all of two days for the lethargy to  take me by the hand and lead me into that void of the sheer numbness of conscience  that allows me to do nothing, until it’s too fucking late. Then I vow to do better , and again, the cycle repeats, and goes on and on and and on AND FRIKKIN ON.

Exercise? Lol. Might as well swallow cholesterol whole, for all the physiological good I could’ve done but have conveniently ignored

It’s so typical of me, this whole thing. Wallowing in self pity about how nothing ever happens, and then doing nothing about it.My ego is my biggest failing, with the, “I’m better than this”attitude completely consuming me

I have dreams! I have goals! and they’re perfectly achievable, within the classrooms that cause a psychosomatic claustrophobia with me, if I could only kick myself into seeing clearly

They gave me the reigns, and I let them go, and now it might be too late to grab them again

I’m so fucked