Spring Break

When the slap of ball to concrete reverberated under our feet
And our groupee hangouts were out on the streets.
My point A to point B used to be from flag pole to tree
Now I’ve got convoluted maps and paths of uncertainty.

Naw I’m just playing it really isn’t bad as it seems
When you learn to look through the lens of a grander scheme.
Enjoying the little things that make up my present,
I’m just happy to be living in the simplicity of this moment

Because I really did like you

All the times I’ve ran to medicate the thumping ache in my heart.
The breaths I’ve had to gulp to distill the burning anger.
Anger because you had the power to do this to me, and you used it.
Sadness because it was evident that I wasn’t enough.

It’s the coldness in your voice, when you answered.
The leaked excitement, when you talked about other girls.
The arrogance in your eyes, when you treated me as an inferior.

Through it all, I found reasons to justify your actions.
I let myself be the scapegoat to your flaws.

And to this day, I am equally as stupid.
I smile congenially and we continue as friends.
And so here’s to being a fool.

A big old cheeky smile,
because we all have flaws and
I really do wish the best for you.


It was one of the hottest days of the summer – cloudless skies admitting the sun’s full rays. But the curtains were down and the blinds were drawn, and she laid sprawled out in the cool room. Inch by inch, she felt her body numb. A wave of drowsiness hit her, and her eyes drooped from what felt like heavy stones tugging at the corners.

But no matter how well she covered the windows or how tightly she closed her eyes, nothing could compare to the immovable darkness that started from the pit of her stomach, swelling into the currents of her mind.

pg 7

Tell Me Why

In the corners of my mind are endless reasons why we shouldn’t. Each one stems from naught reality, and yet,the shivers down my spine say they are so real. The lyrics they sing verify the fear, and I am left wondering why. Why do people do it? Why do I yearn for something I am so cowardly afraid of?

Why  play  a game with no rules?
Why gamble at such terrifyingly high stakes?
Why invest with the possibility of negative returns?



Her right temple nested comfortably on his left shoulder. He felt the light trek of her finger tracing the rigid lines of his palm. Situated just like that, they watched the world turn.
A man talking on his phone, a band of kids taunting one another, a couple heading to dinner, and an old soul wearily ambling by. The clouds mirrored the mood – light and soft, patiently making its way to the next destination.

pg 6