someone once told me to always
live for the little things in life
live for 5am sunrises and 5pm sunsets
where you'll see colors in the sky
that don't usually belong
live for road trips and bike rides
with music in your ears and
wind in your hair
live for the days when you're surrounded by
your favorite people
who make you realize
that the world is not
a cold harsh place
live for the little things
because sometimes that's all we have
because they will make you realize that this is what life is about,
this is what it means to be alive
so forgive and forget
you only get one chance
one chance to say i love you
one chance to jump
because in the end
we only regret those chances
that were invisible to the world
because someone once told me
to always live for the little things in life

Never fall in love with a poet
for our worlds are often chaotic
and our words are sometimes lies
words on a occasion used as shields
on occasion a disguise.

Our words will take you on a journey
on which we bare our souls
but every word we choose
for the story being told
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
too true to hearts
too blind to kind eyes
too malleable to the touch of these words themselves

Never fall in love with a poet
unless youre prepared to share the pain
unless youre ready to lie awake holding us through the darkest nights
time again and over.
7/24/17

we're standing still
face to face
tears are falling
and you're only aware of the rain
and that's okay
because while you can dance in the puddles
invinsible
i'm still standing still
soaking wet

you say you love the storm
but please
love me more.

We existed in a
seperate world
where love was met
but only at the touch
of a finger tip
where the time
only lasted
in the moments
we lived it
and although we were
together.
our love was that
of our worlds
seperate.

I feel that the shining sun
and the splashing rain
and the howling wind
that storm our earth
in a haze of destruction
they are favored
favored over the still sky
and the quiet moon
and the iridescent stars
And they are favored because they are touchable
And we can know them
know their force
know their name
know their meaning
without having to wonder for too long.


over the infinity that lies in all directions;
the slow stillness of a vacuum all around
that holds the planets in a timeless rotation around one another.
And what makes me happy is that I am able to appreciate the marvels of the universe that we have made our own

it begins as an observation captured in a shutter
A single second
within you, within the moment, within the world
Approach things at an angle
As you would with a camera
flooding your work
with a unique perspective
with a meaning
Stamp yourself to it
Claim it as your love
the worst feeling is when
your perfect moment slips away
nothing to remember

As your words fall off the line
Dissolved by time
You lay there
In pieces
Just like your work
but then with every year you lay your poetry out
you find what it truly means to you
You will step back to find your story
and your story only
So with that being said
if poetry should ever be photography - then -
it would be the photography of your soul.

When people ask what depression is like
I'm not sure how to explain it

Its almost like a giant black cloud
only surrounding you
while everyone bathes in the sun

It's watching everyone breathe
while you're drowning silently.

Depression feels as though everything is dark
and the only light is the one at the end of the tunnel

It's a demon of my own kind
a demon you can’t fight off
this is not the type to be found
under the bed
or hiding in the closet
you find these demons
in your head
in you.