Let’s live forever.

Let's live forever. “You know, I’d heard that if you fall in love with a poet, you’d live forever as poetry. But you haven’t written something for me or used metaphors for me ever since I said I loved you. Why is that?” "I cannot believe you don’t remember why,” I giggled. “You remember how … Continue reading Let’s live forever.

Trigger alert.

The title is also the precaution I'd like you to take before reading the poem. While this post is fictitious, I don't know where the line stops. So help me out, okay? I wrote this because I know how tough it can be with triggers all around you. This post is not going to help heal you but maybe it'll let you know we all have triggers. If you don't know what triggers your friend's bad memory, ask and try to not hurt them. It'll mean so much to everyone.....

Little pockets of love.

I've seen people search for love so much, I decided to write something on a part of it. This is my attempt. It's about where a certain someone looks for love and where they'll end up finding it. It goes a little something like this: "I've seen you look for love in everything that is over-sized".....

The closet for the stars.

This isn't your 1800s Shakespearean poem. This is the 21s century rendition of the word Poetry. Type: Poem x story-telling. It's on the societal perceptions of being gay. It goes like this: "The '90s weren't easy, but then now is not very different..."