Mindless Memoirs

Somedays I think of myself as An unwanted souvenir Left behind by death. Grief, an artist, has carved holes into me Like a sculptor chips at stone- In hopes of sculpting an angel. Except, This sculpture is not an angel…. Continue Reading →

After a year and a half today, I sat in a classroom again. A moment after classes began, I looked at the myriad around me; We were a wave of love and laughter. Smiles that we traded like currency. Our… Continue Reading →

The sunset comes back, Like it always does. A pink sky Sits outside your window, And you ask yourself If its the sun is blushing At the sight of her lover. What is this obsession of yours With romanticizing Everything?… Continue Reading →