Inspired by Neil deGrasse Tyson 

When it feels like the world 

is falling down around you,

remember

everything in nature is built to

endure the harshness of the seasons.

even the tides rise

and fall. 

over time even the coldest 

of winter days will make way 

for the blooms of spring 

and the bright shining light 

of the summer. 

when I listen to too much Fleetwood Mac

they say not to invest too much of yourself

in your possessions and instead to invest in people.

though sometimes I find it hard to believe,

at least the things you own can never leave,

while those people in which you invest

more often than not leave a hole in your chest,

She asks me

boy, why do you wear that frown?

the rock on which I used to lean

now just weighs me down.

at night it feels like my heart could bleed

so i’ll sit tight and smoke my weed.

I miss you now

but not like before.

my chest aches knowing

I have to close the door.

jack daniels, jack herer

she asked me tonight

why I’m never sober when I call. 

how could I explain to her that

 I still need that little bit of liquid courage 

every time I want to talk to the only girl 

who somehow after three years 

still makes me as nervous as 

the first time.  

lead

I stay up at night

waiting for something that 

will never come.

It’s been so long 

most nights I forget 

What exactly it is that 

I am waiting for 

But when I do 

And I think of you 

My heart feels heavy like lead

Because no longer are you beside me

in my bed

and I miss your smile

your sweet sweet voice 

that welling in my chest  

that gave me the strength 

to take on the world,

just you and me. 

one more time

  

It’s 9 PM.

Tonight I’m sleeping on
the side of a mountain with 
with the most amazing view
but for some reason I can’t stop hearing you 
tell me that it’s time for the turn in
And can’t stop myself from wanting 
to feel your body against mine, 
to smell you hair, 
to hold your hand, 
to hear that funny little laugh of yours 
just one more time. 

wanderlust

For so long                                                                                                                                                                                        I felt like I did not belong.

And then one day I realized                                                                                                                                                               I don’t belong anywhere.

That is,                                                                                                                                                                                            any one place.

For some of us will never settle.

Easily bored by the mundane,                                                                                                                                                               we constantly are left searching                                                                                                                                                           for those things in life that                                                                                                                                                                 truly make us feel alive.

An Adaptation

For my media writing class I was assigned the task of writing an adapted version of a scene from a short story we read in class. I had group members, two of them actually. We didn’t swap phone numbers in class though so we had zero means of communication. Group projects are always fun.

7 paragraphs to 7 pages. The story is titled, “Love is a Fallacy” by Max Shulman.

Love is a Fallacy (Scene 4)