There are so many types of love, it’s cruel that the English language has granted us so few words to describe it. I’ve encountered a variety of different versions of love as an adult, ranging from the purest, deepest, most selfless variety to the fickle, frenetic, and superficial kinds that leave a hole greater than…
A micro story: _________________________________ A little white lie never hurt anyone. That’s how it starts. A small lie, innocent in its origins, but it grows. Like a snowball, rolling, growing imperceptibly until, quite suddenly, it’s bigger than both of you, bigger than the house, bigger than the whole god damn block. It was just a…
There are so many things in life that can disrupt our days. So many wrenches that can be thrown, cracks to trip over, and negative circumstances to arise. Today, I decided to list the things that make me happy. As many as I can think of, and as quickly as I can think of them.…
The Turtle and the Dove. A turtle looked to Heaven, for the sky that bore his love. Many found it awful silly, for a reptile to love a dove. “She makes my heart a’flutter,” said the hard-shell to his friend, “There’s no distance I wouldn’t travel, I’d pursue her to the end.” His darling bird…
I want to be me. Not what anyone assumes of me. I’m a sexual person. I won’t be ashamed of it. I want to have sex. Lots of it. I want to read my books without being called a nerd. I want to write my fucking poetry without someone cranking up some shitty movie to…
It’s easy to get wrapped up in the day to day of life. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Rinse, repeat. But now and then, we get a reminder that there is more than just this…
A poem I wrote during a bout of procrastination. Unedited and clichéd, it’s the first poem I’ve written in a while. I’m definitely out of practice! If I feel up to it, I may tweak/rewrite it in the next few days, but thought I might as well share it here since it’s something I have…
Image Source: http://homehotel.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/558914_17615479.jpg ________________________________ In a strange mood tonight, I decided to channel a combination of emotions, frustrations, and angst into a new poem. It’s not my usual bubbly, optimistic self, so feel free to navigate away if you were looking for a chuckle. 🙂 ________________________________ And so it ends. Not with an…
With your first breath, you stole our hearts. Perfection in its tiniest form, you hold us in your little hands. The love we feel for you is indefinable, permanent, and preponderant. Your eyes, gateways to a soul in its most innocent and purist form, I could look at you for hours. Your little toes, individually…
April 13th, 2007. That’s the day that I stood before my friends and my family and committed to love, trust, and support one man for the rest of my life. I cannot believe it’s been six years. Six years of ups, six years of downs. Six years of amazing adventures, six years of lazy nights…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 
