Who would care If I stopped talking… Writing… Breathing? We all desperately Need to be heard. I sometimes go An entire day Without speaking And feel rusty – But there’s something More discomfiting Than

You have exactly as much time as it takes, and not one minute more. Isn't that comforting? You can use it to drill deep holes. You can go to the bottom of yourself and see what's really in the pit of that

Sand Man On the edge of the beach sat a man in the sand he was drunk and alone as he stared at his hands the sand slipped away falling down to his pants as the moon tilted downward and asked him to dance

Kinda remembering how it feels to sit in a tiny old bar with just a pool table and a jukebox nearby and almost no people inside except the loneliest alone ones. My friends and I used to play pool till

Deactivated my facebook again in the interest of preserving my mental health. Kavanaugh is dominating my news feed and I'm having rapid-fire panic attacks because he's going to get away with it. It's reminding

Leave me, my love. You murder me with these short comings. Somewhere else it works. With our feet on the ground it hurts. It will always feel like cheating to lie with someone else. Whoever he is I'll

There are 334 of you! Bless your hearts! Where the hell did you all come from?! Thank you for reading my little poems! Ciao! ❤❤❤

You talked a big game And had the lovliest smile Shadow covered you. The kind of dark shade That screamed you were such bad news That my legs wanted to run Away from your charm And that laugh like silver

You didn't even see it at first, the crazy part of me I had to bury. The sheer beauty of river icicles is what you saw. I tried to hide the troubles I had carried with me but that was impossible, they

Glen Phillips

Here's me with Glen Phillips, lead singer of Toad the Wet Sprocket a few years back. More to come! ❤❤❤