Sunday, January 4, 2015


I haven't really written a poem in a few months, and I don't like that I haven't. I haven't done any creative writing at all--even though I've had a lot of ambition to. What I have been doing is sculpting; I'm not that great at it, and my interest in sculpting started around two years ago. In the past few months, I've sculpted and painted a few things--mostly video game or comic-related. I even opened up an Etsy store for the few items that I'm pretty confident in.

So, if you'd like to, you can find (and even buy) what I'm doing now at:

Also, if I find the will to write a non-blog post, I'll be sure to upload it.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Until we Meet

Let me force some emotion out,
Let me speak.
I haven’t had the chance
Since our last meet.

I grow weary of this wait,
It’s more than I’ll allow;
Listening or not,
I have to tell you now:

How I feel or how I felt—
Neither do I remember.
It’s but a memory—
An exhausted ember.

I try to force emotion out.
I try to speak.
I still haven’t had the chance—
And will not until we meet.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

I Don't Love You

I didn’t think I would love you the same as I did before,
When we—I first, as if jumping out of an airplane, without a parachute,
Not thinking of the consequences of falling in love with you
Of all people—
And you, gently dipping your toe into water to check
Whether or not you’d freeze in there
If you took a swim.
You don’t make me laugh like you used to;
The conversations we have are nothing like the ones before.
It feels as if something died,
But that’s not to say that what we had was bad—
Not at all;
But, like all things, it must change,
It must adapt,
And it has,
And if I knew this is how it would be…
I wouldn’t have changed a thing,
Because I don’t love you like I did before,
I love you way more.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013


With loving kiss and long embrace,
With weary smiles upon face,
The time has come and had been too long
But alas we are greeted with our own song.
A song of patience grown tired of waiting,
The feeling of longing in need of satiating.
Alas we ascend
Through seems in time that break apart,
Through thoughts and dreams we would pretend
Would end
Like this.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


I used to imagine how it would be
If all was left in place—
And I used to imagine where we would be
Had tears not run along your face.

Dreams, shattered.
As a heart, broken, was left dangled
Underneath the tree we once shared.
Underneath the fears we once dared
To challenge.

Even the tree has fallen,
And we’ve all but managed to find
A way out of this eternity
Of melancholy
As love is driven away.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Lost Words

I fear I’ve lost my words,
I find no will to speak;
Within my mind I toss and turn
But find not what I seek:
Some words to express my love,
Some words to show my pain;
They have all gone away—
Or else sound all the same.
I’ll find the words I’m longing for—
Another day.