I feel like the the cliffs in Ireland. The ones on the coast lines that are beaten by rough waves.
Instead of waves I have fear
And anxiety
Hitting me again
And again
And again.
Until I start to crumble
Letting everyone who depended on me
tumble deep down into the gray ocean below.
I am falling
And soon,
I'll drown.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
I love you so much
Even though we don't talk a lot
everything is fine
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
My faith is twisted,
and constantly turning.
Through church halls and quiet sermons.
During cold white winters and
hot
steamy
summers.
Faith is the prayers mummered over meals,
under the yellow dimming lights of a dining room,
as the world turns outside.
My faith, it changes on the daily.
Twisted through my bones,
and inter weaved in the brain cells of my ancestors,
passed down from generations of church goers.
My faith can be summed up in the song Mert hums behind me on a Sunday.
A beautiful song,
but never quite yet finished.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
Pokemon cards
in swirling patterns
on the living room floor
4 years my senior
he sits working
water types,
always focused.
Years later
we share a bus seat on the way to school
he gets off at the high
I get off at the middle
we don't need to talk
I don't know him any more.
He throws a party
when ma gets home
I cover for him
because he's my brother
and I owe him that much.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC
Some winds live on
in a place you can go
no matter the weather
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
I was born and raised in New England.
I've spent my summers in New Hampshire,
and Vermont.
I love New England's rich greens and vibrant browns.
I love the trees and how they tower.
I love the yellow of the flowers that grow wild.
I love the laid back people and canoe rides.
The colors of our houses, clothes, and hair add to the everything around us.
I don't think there's a place I rather be.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
Connecticut is suppose to be smart.
And studious.
Its suppose to be a place for billionaires to play,
away from New York's lights,
and Bostons noise.
Connecticut is safe and plentiful.
But Willimantic is the exception.
The ****** capitol of the US,
where the drop out rates are higher than 2009 gas prices.
A place for social security checks,
food stamps,
and disaster.
Willimantic is the dark spot on Connecticut's perfect body.
But if I live,
learn,
and grow
in the dark,
will i be dark?
or will i just appreciate the light more?
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
The bus is a roaring,
humming dragon.
That growls and stalls,
The buses fire,
warms us from the outside cold.
The bus takes us away,
to far away lands,
where dragons could never exist.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
I woke up every morning,
I went to every class,
rode every bus home,
just so i could sit at home,
and do nothing.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC