Snippets & A Poem

Confession time. A good portion of the poems I’ve posted thus far were written either in elementary, middle, high school and/or college. Back then I tended towards the dark and dramatic, so the older poems will reflect that. I plan to post 50 older poems and will tag them as #poem.

So I like writing snippets too:

I’m bored, let’s tumble backwards.
I’ll choke on laughter, molten memories.

The grin you hide, bloodshot eyes, scars that mend, the truths you bend.

Take the bait,
That’s your cue,
Cry like a weakling,
And die like humans do.

I’m choking on my misery
My entire fault we’re both…
Now lace my heart with venom…
Cut my soul with grief
I’m thinking the best way,
How this all could end.
Either you stab me,
Or I stab back.
Cock a barrel,
Don’t worry I’ll shoot your head fast.
Anything to end the torture,
I’m chained, bound, and gagged.
So please my darling, let’s continue the fad.
I’ll absorb the misery,
We’ll both be the shock pads.

Written a while ago, apparently when I was around 12? See kiddos, this is what happens when you’re raised on the Internet and too much (haha).

“it’s nothing but honestly”

“It’s nothing but honestly”

The room seemed steady
Your eyes, they weighed me down
I just internally knew best
That it would’ve been better
If I hadn’t come round

But I couldn’t help
And stare at you
Yet your eyes were transfixed
On something else better to do

Words that clung to the back of my throat
My visage appearing
Was just a hoax

It’ll be the day
When I finally break free
Admitting words I’d always wanted to say
Instead of being hesitant and weak

There were those times
In the silence so bleak
When I spoke the most strangled of words;
Yet I was glad you heard my garbled speech

I think it was your eyes,
They defiantly held their ground;
Entranced as I was,
I had to look down.

Even if the feelings fade
And I know that I’ll be
Better off that way

I’m blessed to have met you,
Content to stay away,
Because if I truly pursued you,
I know I wouldn’t wait

So what makes me write
This poem of you
Inspiration – is always bubbling,
With the right muse
Sometimes I can’t comprehend,
What makes me feel guilty when you glare,
Or so giddy with your slightest of grins
Maybe you put me in the most jubilant of airs

Twinkle of the eye,
Upturn of the lips,
Or the chuckle that spills,
So wonderfully from your lips

We speak the least,
Greet each other even less,
But I don’t mind
Seeing you compensates
For the rest

Something about you,
Makes me want to draw you to me,
But I know if captured,
You wouldn’t be the same
If anything, unhappy

at the moment

i’m settling back into the rhythm of things.

For this blog, I’ll just detail plans I have for this upcoming year. Not only am I hoping to post poetry and other writings on this blog, I also want to submit writing to contests. Erg, but at the same time that sounds too great a feat. Anyways, besides blogging a post a day, I’ll look at two new blogs a day, reply to a post each and in general explore other’s writings.

Egad, where do I begin? Gotta go back to work. I’m also looking into volunteering and future plans. Honestly, the amount of stuff to be done panics me a bit, but I know I simply have to take it day by day.

Here’s a haps song for those needin’ a lift up.

bus musings

reflections on vienna teng

Encased in light

Beauty presides

Aloft in blue

In the hum of the room

Only a gentle whirring heard


Ever-changing hue

Eyes shift, pensive thought

Heighten sensation

Stolid pose to the backdrop

Appears contained yet

Mind roams, untamed


Onward, music spurs

Feeds the mind

Helps to pass the time

But gentleness slowly creeps

Down your chest

Follows the thrum of heartbeats

To-Do Blurb for 2016

What’s the plan for this 2016? Basically to upload one blog post a day, whether it’s a poem, review, or stray rant that’s come to mind. But to post. Daily. A friend is keeping up her part of the deal, and as the previous post referred to it – we shook on it, so we’re stuck.

In this blog I’ll be sharing some of my favorite writers and stories I’ve come across along with my growth as a poet, writer, and beta-reader. That’s the hope, anyways.

Wishful Thinking

I don’t know where to begin

There’s so many things

We’ve yet to discover (about one another).

But I,

Cannot think of when

These imagined tumblings

Could form a future.


No room in frame.


Imagine your sleeping face pressed

Against languid black sheets.


No still-life portrait.


Suffices with intimate proximity and

The unreachable distance it brings.


(It was never something we could truly help.)


You won’t be there

To hold my hand –

Outside to discover

The world at a gaze.


Palm tightly clasped

While another seeks

An escape.


I want the closeness

That can’t be uncovered

With a text, a message,

Or a split-second perusal of your face.

Always I’ve wished

For your happiness.

And despite sadness I’ll learn

To savor coffee’s

Bittersweet aftertaste.


It may be wishful thinking,

Time and desires at hand.

Are emotions enough to supplant

What we will never have?


Instead, we’ll shift, move,

And click with someone else.

Something old, something new, and something blue.

Heya, so this will be a longer post, but given the fact that I haven’t posted since April 2014, an update is needed. I’m going to be more active on this blog, as in, one post every day for 365 days. It’ll be a mix of old and new poetry, along with some daily ramblings. Enjoy! (Or suffer, your choice.)

An Old Poem

Hips in position, labored breathing in and out;

don’t know why I didn’t listen at all,

and imagined it would go away while in


Surrounded by sheetless white, laying there –

you’ve been on my mind.

I couldn’t wait until the end of day,

didn’t care if the Sun himself would disturb our play.

Afterwards, we spoke of trivial things,

neither wanting to go home alone.

My bed’s been preoccupied for this whole time,

and looking back, I realize far too late –

you were the one for me.


Inspired by Adele’s “Hello”


How has it been

Since we’ve spoken

Events passed until

We met again




We shared aspirations

Between us

And with a handshake

Began our year of posts

365 days

And all we’ve got is time.


Something Blue:

Until tomorrow.