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Let me be your poem

Call me poetry

I want to be the one

That falls off your tongue

Like a raindrop on a window

Like my head on your pillow

Call me your spiral bound

I wish to contain your thoughts

Feed me your aspirations

With passion open me up

Let me be your sacred word

A phrase so delicate

It holds together by

The perfect syllabic arrangement

So gentle so wise

Let me be your poem

Breathe out my entirety

One by one each side of me

Dazzle the crowds with your proclamation

Pen me up like your divine creation

Let me be your canvas

For your dreams, your lack thereof

All your mediocre frustration

I will be the series of thoughts

That follows you home

And holds the crevices of your deep dark mind together

Let me be your favorite one

Let me twist inside your mouth

And inflate your lungs

Let me bring you to the purest moment of joy

When the letters intertwine

Every stanza a splendid spell

Something I can do so well

Let me encompass your soul

I can make you feel whole

Your stomach will be so damn full

When you absorb everything I am

Let me be your sticky sweet jam

Let me be your delight and surprise

As you scan and you scan and you scan the lines

Let me be your little white lie

A writer tells himself to cope

Let me be the last word that runs

Through your brain at night

Let me be your little aching ever alluring

Poetic strand of hope.



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Forever Onward, For Ever Upward

Do you understand the intensity

Of this urge?

Can you fathom the amount

of sleepless nights

I have suffered from this curse?

Do you know

Just what I’d do

To turn one maybe into a yes

To turn this hope into something real

To bring myself closer to you?

I’ve lived a life full of maybes

Full of second thoughts and falling throughs

Brimming with “well, it never happened”

Summed up with “not much, you?”

These words repulse me

Long I have stood on the border of yes

I have awaited the prosperous future far too many years

I have taken my turn on this side of the tracks

I am ready to relinquish my sense of fear

I am ready to jump into the cold waters

I am ready to take my lifejacket off

I am ready for a century of adventures

I am ready to live with open arms

How twisted are the possibilities that waft through my brain

How sick I have made myself with harboring dreams

How my heart continuously overflows

With everything I thought I could be

How I fear a life made tasteless

By never questing to delve in deep

How just dipping my toes in everywhere

Leaves me with nothing but dumb wet feet

How I tire of the same old place

I await the trail of somewhere new

I await the path that leads me

To something as beautiful and glorious as you.

I set out on this day for a new world

A time and a place that relishes yes

Welcomes the uncertain certainty of beginnings

Celebrates my glimmering youth

I cease to hesitate when exploration motions me on

I vow to bow to the power of doing everything I really want

I look forward not back

I carve out my own path

I begin with no pack

There is nothing I lack

I am on the right track

When I fulfill my longing so overdue

For ever onward ever upward

Forever the traveler

Forever the sender of postcards

Please do visit me in paradise

Wherever that may be

For me that very day

I won’t delay to inform you

Once I have settled upon a single place.

January 2016


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An Ode to Yoga, and the Way in which it brings me closer to myself

Imagine the most relaxed you could be

Imagine every little worry

Melting off your back

As you roll out your mat

And you forget where you’re at

The only sound becomes your breath

The only smell perhaps your sweat

Each time may vary in intensity

But you’re always in tune with reality

As you center your thoughts

And you become lost

In the transcendence of your own movements

Palms and soles sink deeper

Mind becomes clearer

Each breath fills you

With more life than the last

Each moment could last forever

This time you come to savor

Gratitude is the only flavor

And there’s nothing more you want

Than to fulfill this hour of solitude

Each shape you form-

Imperfect like you

But you appreciate that your body can move

In such magnificent ways

This is how you want to spend your days

So you realize when you’re done

You have only just begun

Your journey inward

All you see is yourself

Oh, your heart pours over with wealth.


experience · poetry · self help · Uncategorized · writing


September of 2015



Why don’t we teach our kids these things?

Why do they not know

Until it affects them personally?

Left to Google search these things

Left to ponder their loneliness

Left to wonder where this monster crawled from

And why

Nobody warned them.


A household term to us

But can our children spell the word?

Do our children know their worth?

When we are too sad

To teach them?

Is it up to them to learn these things?

Why don’t we tell them?

Because we want the world to seem

Blue and green

And the sun it always shines

And the darkness

Remains at night?


Why don’t we tell them?

That the world

Is shades of grey

Black and blue

And the day draws on

A darker shade

Each day that we decay away?


I just can’t find the words

To tell them.

That everything we’ve told them

Was just a fantastical imagination

An illusory correlation

Of your mind as an inspiration

And life as a constant source of gratification

I can’t spell out

The pain that eats my soul

So hard to ignore

So hard to believe

That at one time

I was young and proud

I hadn’t yet found out

How silence makes a sound

And violence is more than just a pound

And that your wounds

Become a part of you

And redefine you

And you look back and remember

The child you once were

And your life is a blur

And all you see are the bad parts.

It is so EASY to remember the bad parts

And look to the future with hope and possibility

That one day

You will hold a child in your arms

And that child will learn from you

And your flaws

Will fortify your bond

And you will raise a soul

That never has to find out on her own what

D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-O-N is

That never has to hide her fear

And act like she’s just an average kid

Lord knows she isn’t

If she’s yours

And you’re going to make so damn sure

She knows

(strong) That there is nothing wrong with mental illness.

You do not need to Google search depression

I am the only database you need

Listen-you come to me

If you’re ever down and you can’t

Find your way out

And I promise you whatever

Scars you may get

I bear one that is almost the same

You are my soul

And you are my name

And I’m sorry if you inherited

Some of the pain

But you will NEVER be to blame

For my sadness

And I promise I will lift myself up

And not resort to old behaviors

And always put your happiness first

And remember that I am molding you

The things that I do

Frame your mentality

And I will live and breathe reality

And positivity for you

And you will never feel alone.

But if you do,

Find yourself at home

In my heart.

And appreciate that I understand your struggles

And know that at the age of eighteen

I made a vow to teach you about


My heart is your home

And you will never be alone

But if you feel like you are

Remember I am covered in scars

And you never have to hide your sorrow from me

You are not just a drop in the sea

You are the sea in a drop

And I love you a lot.