"We do not remember days, we remember moments."
-Cesare Pavese

Thursday, January 12, 2017

the girl i used to be

go away
i said
im done with you.
you clung to my leg for dear life
as i shoved and kicked you off of me
out of my head
out of my life.
you walked out with your head hung low
looking back to check if i was sure.
i was sure
i was sure
i swear i was sure.
but you keep coming back
you sneak in and say you missed me.
maybe someone let you in
or maybe it was me
maybe i let you in
maybe its me who cant let you go.
all i know is i want to
i want to
i want to
oh god do i want to.
i need you to leave
i said
i dont want you here.

Friday, June 10, 2016

A New Beginning

After four years together in this space,
We've made some memories we can't replace.
From classes to games to concerts to plays,
Hand in hand, we've made the most of our days.

Our moments left are coming to a close,
As we look back on all the highs and lows.
Graduation time is finally here, 
Which marks the ending of our senior year.

In just a few hours we'll turn the page,
As we all cross the graduation stage.
Today we spend our time reminiscing,
Soon we throw our caps to a new beginning.

Monday, May 30, 2016

A Parking Lot In Maytown

In a parking lot in Maytown,
I broke down and shattered.
I felt the past weighing me down,
And I knew I couldn't carry it much longer.

In a parking lot in Maytown,
I understood what I had to do.
My eyes were filled with tears,
But the path I needed to take never seemed more clear.

In a parking lot in Maytown,
I let go of the past.
I removed the shackles and chains,
For they had bound me for far too long.

In a parking lot in Maytown,
I took my life back.
I decided to drive North,
And I never went back.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Home Is Where The Heart Is

     I knew I was truly, without a doubt in love with you the moment I could look at you and feel at home. Not like the clich√©, "Home is where the heart is"... Not at all like that. It was more so just knowing home is where I wanted to be. Home is where I wanted to rest my head. And that's you. You know something's home when you want to stay for a while. And I do. To me, a home is comforting. A home is loving, trustworthy, and safe. It's the place where you go when all goes wrong, and especially when all goes right. It's where you feel at peace, like every little thing just seems to fit together in that exact moment you step through the door. To me, seeing your face is like stepping through that door. It gives me warmth, it gives me peace, and it gives me happiness. I believe that's what love is. It's not always a fairy tale, and in my opinion, it doesn't have to be. Love is being able to look at someone and feel like you have finally come home. 

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Making Jokes

Your silence was deafening,
And I saw that from the start.
But what's the point of being quiet,
If you can't even make listening an art?

All the times you spoke,
I heard you loud and clear.
You made me sound like a joke,
But I know my feelings you did not hear.

The words hit,
And tugged,
And tried to pull me to the ground.

And I could have fell,
I could have.
But this story I live to tell.

Your words are not who I am,
And I know damn well that that's true.
So if you were trying to hurt me,
Guess what?
It looks like the joke's on you.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

A Rant Worth Reading

     Have we really gotten to the point where having a misogynistic racist is better than voting for Hillary Clinton? You know, I don't quite know how I feel about Secretary Clinton yet either. HOWEVER, she would do a hell of a better job leading this country than a man who thinks that banning a whole faith and the people of it is the answer to all of our problems. 
     I love America, and I love it for a variety of reasons. Again, HOWEVER, it pains me to know that many citizens would support a candidate that vilifies the people that are simply their neighbors, their classmates, their coworkers, the children at the park, or the family walking down the street. These people are PEOPLE. Just like you and I. In case we have forgotten, there have been followers of the Christian faith that have done some pretty horrible things too. Some have even been acts of terrorism, even if some say that those acts "don't meet the definition of terrorism". Why? Because these acts weren't done by Muslims? When a Christian does these acts of crime and terror, do we blame Christianity? Do we blame Christians of the world? Of course not. The mistakes of a few are not the mistakes of a whole faith and a whole culture.
      So next time, before you say, "Oh I would vote for Donald Trump over Hillary Clinton any day", please think about the effects. This man being President would pull this country apart, from the ground up. United We Stand, remember? United We Stand...

Sunday, November 29, 2015

For Grandpa

I take out my pen as I sit next to your grave,
To write of your impact and the love that you gave.
Although you are gone and although I still miss you,
You touched my life, as well as many others' too.

The way Mom talks, I know that it's true,

There was no other man quite like you.
A great grandpa, dad, brother and son,
We know you're still here, though life is done.