My tree, once full and green and unyielding, stands tall outside of my window. Red peaks through the ends of her branches, fashioning an...

Time is still for now Dead as the wind Silently lurking Beneath the deadened leaves. Outside is quiet with anticipation I am sat by my...

we drove through long windy roads, passing horses, cows, and sometimes the Amish. I would trace the raindrops coursing down the car...

An attempt at easing back into writing.

I am a blonde again. Still with dark eyebrows and pools of chestnut eyes; though not tear-stricken anymore. Still with freckles adorning...

I am taking an awesome creative writing class in Romaaaaa. Here is a personal essay I submitted about my Grams and Long Island

55 miles per hour A speeding Uber in downtown Washington Us in the backseat Our eyes will always meet He chokes down vodka sour And...

if hell awaits me, What do you think He will say? when He knows you’ve internally kept your daughters away I am out in the open like the...

you’re the type of guy who sings his heart out until it gives then takes a piece of mine wine is splattered in my brain what is left but...

I don't really know what this one means, but it just came out of me

a simple poem for the simple things

Girlhood from the eyes of a woman

Ode to the past

Early morning aches

Story time!! Wrote this for class

Heartbreak prose

Poem on death

Letter to little Nicole <3