Monday, December 14, 2015

i often think of you.




waterford, virginia;
home


i miss you more than ever tonight.


i'm gone away.
but my heart is with you tonight
in your brilliance and in your innocence
you're my sense of place
either the intrinsic character of you, or the meaning of you, but, more accurately, both
you were the first thing i ever fell in love with
before my heart knew it could fall in love with souls

but the ache is the same

//






Monday, November 16, 2015


noah sahady:


my paintbrushes are brittle and my sketchbook sits stiffly in my second drawer
i've avoided my composition notebook and my keys and blank computer screens at 2:35 am
because of the emotional charge that each of those entail

not because of writers block
and not because of intro to writing due dates

but because of nostalgia
because i'm growing older and my heroes are becoming more human right in front of me
because my soul still hasn't said goodbye even though my mouth did four months ago
because art tells tells us too much about the five year old we wish we could be again

and writing begs us to feel
and sometimes,
sometimes that's the last thing we're willing to do


Within Nature Art Print

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

i wish i knew what it felt like to be loved
but for now, i will continue waiting
and that will have to be enough
that will be enough
and i haven't found it yet. but i am aimlessly awaiting the meeting of our souls. i hope yours sees mine the first day.  but for now, i will try be the person i want to meet on a rainy tuesday afternoon.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015



i always wanted it to last forever
and i cried on the last day of first grade on the bus ride home
and every year after that
and pretty soon there weren't any more rows to move back to the next year

and they boxed up my little white farmhouse
they boxed up my artwork and my antique dresser
but they couldn't seem to box my nostalgia
we couldn't take it
but i wanted it to last forever























Tuesday, September 29, 2015


"someday someone won't be afraid of how much you love, darling";


awake her soul
I'm begging you

please never let her lose her sense of wonder
and love her in your most innocent form

she knows heaven is all around her
and she'll go anywhere with you

she'll look for metaphors
and she'll fall in the love with the freckled sky

she's vulnerable, so please don't steal her breath,
convince her to hand it over freely

ask her where she's from, and she'll tell you where she's going
go with her

tell her you'll go with her

//


 :
A photographic representation of what I consider a demonstration of love. Important to maintain these pure and simple displays of love in a marriage or a long term relationship.......:


Monday, September 21, 2015

and my senior year they kept saying "this is it"
and my mom tells me "college is the best time of your life"
and i disagree
this life is "it"
this life is the best time
so stop waiting for graduations and new phases and beginnings
stop with the count downs and the can't waits
because its a monday night
and monday nights are beautiful

Thursday, September 17, 2015

lost library books.

because some of us are lost library books
desperately yearning to be found
that we'd be stripped of our plastic coverings and expiration date stickers

our reviews were much too harsh
and sometimes our bindings were the only thing keeping us intact
we were borrowed and used, but mostly used

no one wanted to read our seventeenth chapter out loud,
but neither did we

 we were checked out by reader's who didn't notice our figurative language
who found our metaphors to be merely minuscule,
when so anxiously our pages longed to be understood

and some of us are just lost library books
and maybe we'll be found on an antique store shelf in fifty years
and maybe then,
maybe then they will understand