I wrote you a letter of words in my head I placed them on paper And kept it under my bed In a box of memories I kept since day one some polaroids, a rose A paper stub from a gambling game I won I card from your brother A card from your mom A … More A Letter
We awake to sunshine on roses Oh but why the World, she weeps? What outlandish cries from devilish eyes attack her while she sleeps? Oh the World, she weeps in shadows and light why must she continue to burn? While terror is winning with Hell’s new beginning It’s she who takes the burden to turn The World, … More The World, She Weeps
It wasn’t anything special. A Polaroid of the flowers adorning my kitchen table, the pink carnations budding in the middle of an assortment of shy gold and stark white roses. The sun was stinging their petals from the rising of the earth in the morning, but their stance in the photo seemed calm… blushed and … More Flowers in a Polaroid
Sometimes i listen to Dashboard confessional and wish I was back in college, watching The Hills for the first time in my home I shared with two girls that shared age, experience, and goals of occupying the weekend with time in libraries and parked cars. It was so much simpler back then. When the earth … More I Blame Ipod Shuffle For This Post
This Christmas, I received some funds to allow me to shop for a few fun things and events I had on my wish list. One item that sat stationary on my wish list since The 1989 Album dropped in 2014 was a polaroid camera (because let’s face it, Tay is the ultimate trendsetter right now). … More Shake, Shake, Shake It!
Another New Year is in full swing! Every year, I try to pick one word to really focus my thoughts and actions, rather than a long list of resolutions- surely to be lost in my jean pocket by week two and torn to shreds by the dryer after a load of laundry. This year, I … More Word of 2016
Do you remember the days? When our hearts were so tactile… A broken record hardly plays Today we are so fragile The wind came blowing through once a brick wall so sturdy and tall back when the world was bright and new now we stumble and we fall It’s another storm cloud mascaraed in a ghost … More A Good Run