Please Don't Write Me Off Just YetI want to be for you what words are for mePlease Don't Write Me Off Just Yet in Free Verse More Like This
To drown you in every adjective, every noun
In mesmerizing waves of metaphors and similes
I'll whisper in your ear
Quoting verse after verse of silly love poems
But if they won't make you feel anything, if they don't ever reach
Through the cage of your ribs and into your guarded heart
Nothing these lips utter will ever be enough
I might as well quote tragedies
Because they're all you've ever known
You're familiar with the plot twists and unhappy endings
The series of dramatic, irreversible incidents that shape your past
If only you knew that not every story ends with heartbreak
My dear, why can't you see?
I could be your happy ending
On Things that Last ForeverWhen I'm in my car, I always turn the music up nearly as loud as it can go.On Things that Last Forever in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because I hate the sound of my own breathing in a quiet closed off space. That's the thing about cars; they are so cut off from everything. The barrier of glass windows and metal keeps the people outside at a distance.
But my tendency to be impersonal towards people cannot be blamed on cars.
I'm a naturally detached person. Interaction is something I use sparingly, as if one day people are going to be so consumed with their own lives that they will forget about everyone around them.
I tell myself I'm saving my small talk and deep conversations for those days when friendliness is almost entirely replaced with indifference, but really I think I'm just saving my voice for people that will actually listen.
When I'm at a stoplight, I like to observe the passengers of other cars in brief glances.
I once saw this lovely young couple, with their heads tilted toward one another, just smiling and laughing. I wanted to kn
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p