Poetry

Young

There was a young girl, And that's what she was: Young. Only that idea didn't feel right, Like a pair of pants, Too loose over here, Too tight over there, No, she wouldn't say she was Young, But she was. Her outlook of future, Always oscillated, Hopeful this day, Pessimistic the next, Except the hope… Continue reading Young

Creative Writing

My Fall Girl

//circa January 2014 Despite my soda stained T-shirt and swaying walk, I'm fine: only a couple shots tonight. It's 2:41 a.m. and I'm looking for her. Those brown eyes, I get lost in them every time I look. She is fall, and that's what I did. I fell for her. Her hair is the autumn… Continue reading My Fall Girl