I remember when the world stopped moving. The sun only shined on one side, The moon circled the earth in
To a friend who no longer talks to me, Hey. I know you probably won’t read this, but I’m gonna
A short poem about the beauty of sitting by the road.
I have never tried to kill myself, but I have thought a lot about suicide. Most of my premeditated fantasies
Watching Slam Poetry has been one of my favorite past times as of late. Even when the emotions run high,
As a teenager, death feels much more…awkward. Your mortality has convinced itself that it is something else, and when you
Looking back at my childhood, I’ve never really liked taking pictures. You stand in place, smile, and then, flash, a
An Introvert makes the distinction between being alone and being lonely Being alone means that nobody is with, and being
A poem on Remembering.
What is progress?