I had a dream that me and my friends were caught in some volcanic eruption. And one of my friends, I guess she’s slow or clumsy, got caught in the lava and I dived in after her. And I guess that’s how we died. Weirdest dream ever. But I guess I was kinda brave.

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September 17, 2014
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September 17, 2014

i’ve tossed and turned completely 360 in forward motion,

my head falling forward and my heels following suit

if love was cliche you’d have me swooning, drowning

drunk, tipsy, sprung and sailing across the deepest ocean

that can in no physical way be running through my chest

i’d be your lake or bay, air, and your answer

but please, just let me hold your hand

because i know that nothing lasts forever and 

nothing gold can stay, but if you could

stay with me, in this moment

just tonight

i know that you and i could be


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September 9, 2014

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September 7, 2014
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September 7, 2014

that tree looks so happy that it is receiving a hug from this child

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September 4, 2014
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August 30, 2014


"Are these treats vegan?"






If I could

I would nail these hands

to the edges of stars.

I would sacrifice

this body to the sky

hoping to resurrect as someone

spiteful enough

to not care this much about you.



Staple me to a cross.

Pierce my side with a broken promise.

I will bleed all the crippled reasons

why you deserve one more chance.



Loving you

was the last thing

I felt really good at.



You want to know

how I got these scars?

I ripped every last piece of you

out of my smile. 



I whispered you stardust.


I spoke you into sunflowers. 


I dipped my hands in forever,

touched you infinity.

Treated you as if you were

the last molecule of oxygen

inside of a gas chamber.

I was so good to you.



You want to know

how I got these scars?

I swallowed my pride.

It clawed its way

out of my mouth. 



I realized I was never

 really your boyfriend.

I was your hype man. 


I hope your next boyfriend

gets smallpox.


Yes, I said smallpox


I hate you


I miss you


I love you


I love you


I love you


It’s hard for me to count

when I get emotional.


I heard 90% of human

interaction is nonverbal so….






If I could

I would tie your arms to a daydream

and auction you off

to my fondest memories. 

I wrote this poem in

my own spinal fluid.

I put it on the backbone of a white flag

before you read it

you’ll already know I’ve given up.

I’ll keep you here.

Shackled to the most important

chapter of my life story,

pressed into the

basement of my eyelids

like liquid salvation

so I remember you beautiful.

With amazing underneath your wings

and an orchid smile.


You gorgeous earthquake.


You cracked hourglass

with sand spilling from behind your ribs.

You wasted my time.


How dare you linger on my lips

and then kiss me like a stuttering apology

with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth?


I still remember you

like a dream  tattooed to the inner walls

of a long term memory,

but some days I wonder if you existed at all. 


And of course,

you want know how I got these scars. 

I’ll tell you.

I got these scars

the day I fell in love with you.


I landed face first


You’re killing me SFSU. I just want to register for my classes. Please. It’s fucking 2 AM and you’re stressing me the fuck out.

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August 27, 2014