Poems

“Until you have done something for humanity, you should be ashamed to die,” Horace Mann wrote. The best I can do for the world is tell them about you.

Like rain, I fell for you. #SixWordStories

The only reason I would ever leave Is so that I may Once again arrive. Because it’s only ever been with you That I’ve ever truly felt alive.

You may think that I am One of the strongest men you’ve met But my ears are still ringing From the sound of all I regret.

I want you to be the something I did wrong. I want you to hold it against me.

You are perfect. You are iridescent. You made everything you looked at beautiful. How selfish am I that I wanted you to look at me too.

She was the dictionary I used To look up the definitions for words like: Beauty, kindness, perfection, love.

Who was she to me? I’ll tell them that She was my musician And I wanted to be a song on her favorite playlist, One that she knew all the words to. And for the first time, I wanted to be played.

I’m dying. I’ve realized others are just doing it in slow motion. Everybody dies whilst not all may have lived.

This is a book compilation of my micro poetry and prose. It may seem to many as just words on a page; but writing these words were each one was a bandaid that healed a distressed part of me. I have only written at the height of emotion; or at its depths – therefore, within these pages you will read a life unfold – my life; and maybe hidden in some of this poetry is you too. I am a hopeful romantic and you will soon learn just how much of one I am. I do not bare my soul,…