Posted in short stories


So this is it. I stand at the window of my one bedroom apartment and stare at the bricks strategically placed that make the building across from me. After what felt like an eternity, I refocused my eyes to see my reflection. I almost don’t even recognize myself anymore. My blackened heart is shown through my eyes. The lines cover my skin like trails on a map, aging me quicker than normal. I dare not look lower. My breathing rapidly increases with panic. What if I never get out of this place ?

Posted in poems


The hurting souls stay silent and smile with their eyes

Their hearts are wrenched with sorrow as their minds replay the lies

Each and every time I think of things a part of me just dies

Every day I think of giving up but I think about the prize

I keep everything bottled right but much to my demise

I read between the lines but I don’t like what it implies

I’m sorry, but I have to go. I know you hate good byes.

Posted in poems


Her jokes and smiles don’t mean a thing

Are you guys even listening ?

She jokes of death and she smiles with tears

Her strength is pain and she’s buried with fears

She longs for love but she feels only hate

She stays upbeat as she contemplates

The funny thing is she showed all the signs

But they were ignored

Because you thought she was fine

She left you a note, just one last joke

“My life,” is all she wrote

Posted in poems


Roses are red

The violets are dead

They’ve wilted from all

The things that I’ve said

Fire with fire

It has shortened my life

They say it won’t hurt

But it cuts like a knife

Zero one two three four

I promised I wouldn’t

Do this anymore

Five six seven eight

Say your goodbyes

Before it’s too late