I’m going to run away–

not from you, not from you

I’m going to run away.

I’m going to run away,

and if true, not from you

will I ever run away.

Will I ever run away?

If I do, if I do,

it will be a splendid day.

I will fly so far away

without you, to the blue

where the crouching tigers play.

But I will not run away–

not from you, if I do,

we will see another day.

Where the crouching tigers play,

I’ll run through, back to you

and refuse to be their prey.

I don’t want to run away.

Though I do, not from you

does my heart wander astray.

Yet I must now run away.

If I stay, if I stay

my future will never play.

Now I ask of you to stay

if you do, if you do

then I will come back someday.

In my heart I hope and pray

that you do, God, please do–

See my knees here where I lay.

And then soon I’ll run away

from that blue, back to you,

as if six months were a day.

And I’ll always run this way

and I’ll stay, when I do.

Yes I’ll stay…

I’ll run to you

because you make home not so far away.

“Ocean, Stars, Sky, and You”


366 Poems: May 10th, 2016


I fear that someday I won’t be your star,

that you will not speak glitter in my name,

that I will fade with all the girls afar,

and with them, you will think of me the same.

Because I fear you’ve gotten bored of me–

that everything I have is yours to take,

And it is all in my head hopefully,

but will I keep standing it?

Just you wait.

366 Poems: May 3rd, 2016

Teenage Dreams

In our middle school days, we used to say,

“Oh wouldn’t it be serene to be 16?

To drive our cars to the hills filled with stars,

our wonder machines powered on teenage dreams,

and fall in love?”

And now, in this ink, I cannot help but think,

“Oh wouldn’t it be fine to be 29?

To have our own home where we’re not so alone,

in each other’s warm arms where there’s no longer harm,

and stay in love?”

Because here, it seems clear

that we’re going our way,

and constantly fishing, and wishing,

that maybe we’ll still be here

another day,

because one can only offer luck

to two teenagers, star-struck,

and hope that someday they’ll have the strength and the will

to grow up.

“One Day, Every Day…”

366 Poems: April 20th, 2016

Seasons of You

I met you in the spring

when love was only bright and new,

but I wanted to know you in the summer:

I wanted to see your smile through the leaves of green,

to hear your laugh among the cascading waters,

to feel your warmth under the hot July sun…


And that summer was amazing

and all that I had dreamed,

but then I wanted to know you in the fall:

I wanted to hold your had in the hallways of the school,

to taste your lips with the sweetness of pumpkin and spice,

to see your face framed by the crisp falling leaves…


And that autumn was a battle

that our hearts so strongly won,

but then I wanted to know you in the winter:

I wanted to watch your eyes shine through the shrillness of the air,

to dance with you to carols that we’ve heard a million times,

to finally get that kiss when the ball drops at midnight’s hour…


And so now we have come back to spring

when the flowers are opening up,

and I realize now

that I don’t want just a season of you.

I realize now

what I need.


I need you forever.

“The Four Seasons”

366 Poems: April 12th, 2016


Today I am just going to use this opportunity to rant about possibly one of the worst emotions known to mankind: jealousy. Jealousy is the cancer of emotion, the epitome of all the dark and dangerous feelings one keeps inside their head. Forget the green-eyed monster; jealousy is the serial killer in your closet, the zombie army breaking down your door, the parasitic alien slowly growing inside your chest until it rips you open in a bloody disaster.

It’s one of the only emotions that makes you feel bad for feeling bad.

Because really, jealousy is one of the dumbest emotions as well. Rarely is envy ever justified; rarely is envy ever a reason to live under a rain cloud or cry yourself to sleep or yell at someone you love, someone who doesn’t really deserve it. Jealousy makes you feel as though you have been wronged just because someone else seems to be in a better situation, but really nothing has been done to hurt you. You are taking someone else’s happiness and twisting it to fit your own selfish needs and through all of that it doesn’t even feel good. It’s just a foul taste on your tongue, a sourness in your heart. And it can destroy relationships like nothing else can. Sure, some say that it all comes from love, and that a little envy can allow someone to appreciate what they have. But rarely does jealousy ever come in such innocent forms. No, jealousy is the fuel to heartbreak– the gasoline that pours from the leaks in the pipes to cover your skin, your mind, your heart. And when you get to that point, there is only one way you can survive:

Do not become the spark.

366 Poems: March 27th, 2016

Not So Little

There’s a little girl who’s not so little

curled up on the seat of the bus.

She’s had a long day

and her eyes now fall closed.


You sit on the other side with your headphones in,

pretending not to notice or care.

But you look at her, and you think,

“She’d be one to fall asleep with.”

And in her head, she dreams

that you could.


How long did it take you to realize

that you would?

“Sleeping on the Bus”

366 Poems: January 30th, 2016


People sometimes say that the

Rhymes are what make the poem, but the

Only sonnet worth sharing is

My hand in yours, pinkies

Intwined like we’re in grade school once again,

Swearing that as everyone runs to the

Eye of the collective chaos, you and I will choose to


“Together with Music”