I'll dwell on a simple expression you made with indifference, Or the structure of a sentence you said to me. I'll think of the way you walked by me without words, And declined my invite and company. I'll relive the moment when you said you were too busy, And too broke, Or too lazy to... Continue Reading →
Dreams
I never used to remember what happened in my dreams, Or dwell on them when I awoke. But lately, the images within them have become More vivid and disturbing Than ever before. Suddenly, I am back in relationships with bad boyfriends Who I've forgotten both love me and hate me. I even fall for their... Continue Reading →
Perhaps
I can't deny there is an empty feeling now within me. Perhaps it has to do with growing older and finding myself but I seriously feel like connecting with people on a deeper level is difficult for me. I've weighed the possibilities that perhaps my friends are not right for me or perhaps I am... Continue Reading →
Never compare your chapter one to someone’s chapter twenty.
Because let's be realistic, your environment will never be exactly like there's and your results will never be the same. Comparison only devalues individuality.
End of the Month: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
"I'd be good to you," he says to me over bites of sushi and spilled soy sauce. "I'm good to me," I tell him and stare down at my roll. I hopped off a bus less than an hour ago to visit a city I had once been so connected to. The boy I am... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
I visited my hometown yesterday: My hands became cold as I climbed off the bus. This place never gave me any comfort, just anxiety. l/r
Bad Poetry
Bad Poetry is a term I use to refer to a series of tragic, ironic and consistent events that occur within a character's life, without conscious reason, but simply for the pleasure and entertainment of the Gods. It can be found on that particular morning when your alarm clock fails to go off, where you miss... Continue Reading →
Legacy (Revised)
Legacy Along the walls of the white cube, Are photographs From the life of Alvah Goldbook. They howl at strangers from their polished frames, And lonely places on the walls: Consoling, inspiring, revealing Nothing but mystery and mysticism. Portraits and papers from old cameras and typewriters Jagged, torn, worn and wrinkled, Once ripped—indifferently— By a... Continue Reading →
Bye
There are songs I stopped listening to, And people I stopped caring about. Names that no longer comfort my tongue or weaken my knees. Faces that are now cold and unfamiliar. Chords that do nothing to my skin or to my heart. Notes that don't go together and probably never did. Instruments used- like sirens... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 