Writing in the Day

I’m Back

What happened to me?   When did I decide to give up my soul for a copy? Copying words and phrases that match the people standing next to me— And when did I stop myself from being?   I can’t think of a moment when I put my wants above someone else— So I’m reminded… Continue reading I’m Back

Writing in the Dark

Left Behind

Depression: an absence of hope, filled with apathy, sitting in an empty house devoid of any colors or windows or doors. Sometimes I can hear a low rumbling drone, like a constant flow moving away from me, but I can't place it. I can't decipher or understand what this sound is, or where it is… Continue reading Left Behind

Writing Conversations

My Campus Letter

A poem I wrote during my Senior year of college. I am going home. I am leaving, but I hate saying good-bye. Good-byes are hard, and they aren't honest. You can't look someone in the eye and tell them it's good that you're leaving--  So here I am Standing-- Looking around at empty spaces, Thinking about the students… Continue reading My Campus Letter