Muse

you are etched into every line of ink across this page details of you bleeding through my subconscious and emerging in the poems i have tried desperately to avoid writing but you are inevitably my most breathtaking inspiration and i would be considered much less of an artist without the presence of you in each … More Muse

Daylight

nightly screams silent, yet so raw and real an outcry of the regret in her soul and the shame of her careless, broken spirit   but darkness will fade into the pale pink of a new morning even after every bloody collision of her mind as hope intertwines with the glow of daylight.

11:11

do you still wish? do you still dream, on stars and clocks and pennies tossed in fountains? do you miss the way things used to be, when you were happy, free, ungrounded?   am i wasting precious breath? am i silly to attempt a lost art, in being optimistic? am i stupid or a fool, … More 11:11

Inception

Change is difficult. It is also an inevitable, chaotic, and beautiful facet of life. I’ve never experienced so much at one time before, and I don’t know how to handle it or the overwhelming emotions that come with the different experiences. The bittersweet ending of my high school education. Leaving my first job. Getting older … More Inception

Lovely

She is captivating. The sparkle in her eyes reflects her spirited personality, her brushstrokes accentuating her creativity. I watch her work, and I smile.  She thinks she isn’t good enough, but her determination is more than enough to take her far away from where she feels stifled, and into the place she was created to … More Lovely

Canvas

My life is a canvas. Some parts of it are cracked and dull, full of shadows and dark colors. Others are colorful and splattered, messy and grouped into indistinct patterns.  The prettiest are smooth and flowing, made of peaceful reflections and light pastels. These different sides all make up the edge of the painting, some … More Canvas

Strangers

We can’t be friends. I thought I could do it, but I was wrong. It’s impossible to fix the past and it’s too difficult to live in the present and I find that it was better when we didn’t talk at all. Jealousy cripples me and regret never leaves. The gravity of what I lost, … More Strangers