He will always be home. The smell of that apple-scented candle lingering through the vents of the house Shoes with muddy tongues lined up by the front door Red, hot stove burners alive on Sunday mornings Scratches and greasy fingerprints cluttering the worn porcelain bowls Battered pillows covered in drool and old make up Wrinkled… Continue reading Residency.
Isabella: Hey. Jeniyah: Hi! Isabella: So, guess what happened yesterday? Jeniyah: Oh my god, you lost your virginity? Isabella: What? No. I don't even have a boyfriend– Jeniyah: You got into Harvard? Isabella: No. I– Jeniyah: You got a car? Isabella: No! Just let me tell the story. Jeniyah: Okay, go. Isabella: Okay. It was… Continue reading It Was a Dark and Stormy Night…
I was waken by a loud rumbling noise outside. It’s the first day of Spring Break, and I was trying to sleep in. I crawled out of bed and walked over to my window, almost tripping over a stray high heel that was laying on my floor. My room is still in bad condition from… Continue reading Hippie Boy (Title is still in Progress)
This poem is about a past love. Different when he was in and out of the spotlight. And, he always wore a bow tie. Hence the title.