Ocean Floor

The waves of the ocean

Ebb past the sinking sun

turning to mist

devouring the Earth

Blue current fills your lungs

as the bubbles etch

and pull

and burn



until you’re floating

to the ocean floor.



Who Am I?

Hai guys!

I know, I’m a terrible person who does not post very often.
BUT, if any of you are bookworms like me, I have written a sonnet adaptation of the book “Train Man.” Check it out!

My reflection is crooked, it hides in the sun
Who was I before I first spoke aloud?
I’ve morphed from nobody into someone
I now raise my eyes when lost in a crowd
She’s just like her teacups, delicate, rare
And mirrors don’t bend to her quiet gaze
Her smile is like stars, her skin soft and fair
The moon smiles back, at her sweet blushing face
She, unlike me, is fervent symmetry
Her slender hand in my misshapen glove
With her I stand straight, I finally see
Although we’re uneven, is this still love?
Though my hair is now short, clothes hip and chic
How much can I change? Inside, I’m a geek


And now, I shall give an update about my life.
So, I’m gonna be honest here, I’m going through a bit of a rough patch.
I think it’s mostly because I’ve lost confidence in the things I like to do.
If you asked me two years ago what I thought I was good at, and who I wanted to be, I would’ve told you that I am a good writer, and that I wanted to grow up and be a published author.
But now, as I’m surrounded by a sea of other writers, many of whom are much, much better than myself… I realize the mediocrity of my work..

I try SO HARD. I give everything that I do one hundred and twenty-one percent, but I feel like it’s getting me nowhere, I FEEL LIKE I’VE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING.
It’s come to the point where I FEEL LIKE I CAN’T BREATHE without it feeling like a STAB in the part of my brain that’s supposed to be motivating me… a STAB of disappointment…
I wish I did more. I WISH I COULD DO MORE!

I just… I never really realized how truly mortal I was… how short my time is… how much I want it to mean something. And how much I’m just failing at every aspect of trying to be something bigger than myself.

I am inspired by many things, and now, I just want to be inspirational.



If the road to hell is paved with good intentions

Then how do I know

If I’m the


or the


of my story.

~am I a demon

am I not the person, who I thought I was?

You and I

I wish these weren’t memories

I wish that these were real

Why are all these aching things

The only things I feel


I know that you’re a breath away

A heart beat’s reach from me

But it seems that lately you and I

Are as far as we can be

Haha, so WordPress.com just notified me that today’s our 3 year anniversary.

Well, I guess it’s a happy anniversary to you too, WordPress.

So much love,

To see me

To see you so broken
Flesh hanging loose
A shell of a human
beneath the rope noose

To see you so filthy
Dirt caking on
your baby pink skin
Your innocence gone

To see you so heartless
Your eyes cold as Jade
To see me and not know
the mess that you’ve made

To see me so withered
So desperately sad
And not be here with me
holding my hand

You are a monster
A cold-blooded ghost
If only you weren’t
whom I treasured most


A Cyclops
I view you through my monocle
I see you
My mind is dead and body’s cold
I feel you
My ice cold fingers reaching far
I need you
No matter who the fuck you are

This desert
Drenched with shit and bloodied sweat
Is aching
It trembles with my dying breath
and I know
No matter where I’m standing now
There’s no hope
I’ll never find you in this crowd

And I’m here
I’ve never left this blackened hole
I’m charred
I see the faint wisps of my soul
I hear it
The beating wings of desert air
The deadness
Disembodied, cold despair


Dear everyone,

I don’t think I’ve ever written a poem in this format before. It’s something different, and I think I really like it. I think that it’s still a bit rough, but it’s good enough for now. You have to read it out loud for full effect.