366 Poems: December 30th, 2016

The Pursuit of Perfection

In the Constitution,

nobody wrote it as “life, liberty,

and the pursuit of perfection.”

(And if they did, they were lying.)

Now today people walk around

with heavy overcoats filled with lies,

looking for the “perfect” this, selling the “perfect” that,

and sometimes it seems that life and liberty

and happiness

fade away.

But you don’t wear overcoats.

In fact you’re quite the light packer,

saying that you don’t mind the cold.

And you’re stubborn,

and you’re disorganized,

and you’re pretty shy when it comes to conversation

and don’t have much faith in your place in the American education system.

But like many people finding their way,

I wasn’t in this race

for the pursuit of perfection.


And yet it was in you that I found it.


366 Poems: December 23rd, 2016


This girl thinks a lot about the future

and in her mind there is no doubt

that this girl is going to roam.

But this girl also thinks a lot about you

and how you’d fit so snugly

into that future.

That is, if you stay…

if you stay through every trip I may go on,

every country that I visit.

If you stay through every fight and disagreement

which I’m sure is much harder

than the former.

And this girl knows how young we are,

but she thinks lovingly of every moment

when you said that you would stay…

and she hasn’t got a lot to go off of,

but if this girl is ready to roam,

her heart certainly isn’t.

“Walking the white forest”

366 Poems: November 22nd, 2016

Perfect Date

Today you brought me to a coffee shop

made of little connected rooms under the street

and we sat and played games and talked.

Then we walked through the park

for about half an hour

until we reached the shopping mall

where we spent a whole hour just trying on coats

and probably confusing

the staff.


But I know I’m not confused

as to how much

I love you.

“International House of Coffee”

366 Poems: November 18th, 2016


Out of all the poems I write,

you guys always seem to love

the romantic ones.

The ones containing words like “young love,”




and today I wondered why.

Do you guys just like the idea

of a dream come true?

Do you revel in the possibility

of something so real?

Do you just love the words

spouting from the bubbly feelings I get…

Or do you laugh, and just say,

“Oh that poor little fool.”

“She doesn’t know what’s coming for her yet.”

Glass break with bullet by darthgogeta24

“glass break with bullet”

366 Poems: November 1st, 2016

Street Lamp

Tonight I sat with you on the hood of my car

underneath the yellow street lamp..

and it was then and there that I felt like I’d made it.

That we’d made it.

That this was the scene before the end credits

where all those worries and fears

had already fallen away,

and you and I were like stars in the sky,

so desperately far away

from infinity

and yet here we were shining like supernovas.

Like epiphanies.

Like a white smile in the dark…

And I hope that tonight you felt something different

when I told you I loved you.

Because tonight I meant it

like never before.

Expelled within a giggle

after a final kiss,

on the car, underneath the lamp,

in the starlight…

This is what I left you with.

This is what I’ll come back to you with.

Because I am never



driving away.

366 Poems: October 22nd, 2016


I love you,

and yet I’ve known nothing less.

Nothing more.

Nothing but old fairy tales

and post cards.

And I don’t know if you’ve sent me

to Paris

or the other tower in King’s Island,


Oh we’ve had our ups and downs.

Some close calls

and some days where we couldn’t hang up.

And I know

that I want nothing more,

bu I fear

that I’ve known nothing less.

Now it’s cold

in our Paris, for the night.

But at least

in your arms, with this view, it is warm

and beautiful.

366 Poems: September 21st, 2016

Teenage Trilogy

These days the young adult world is obsessed with trilogies–

three books, no more, no less

often about a girl

who has only one male love interest

(or two, but those have gotten a bit cliché).

Actually, it’s all gotten a bit overdone,

and yet some days I’m convinced

that I’m living in a teenage trilogy–

sophomore year, junior year, senior year,

and all three years

of him.

We’ve had conflicts, resolutions,

preludes and epilogues and fairy tales.

He is a fairy tale.

After 17 months of seeing the same face day after day,

it’s still the most beautiful thing in the world.

It still brings me infinite happiness to think of it.

But what doesn’t bring me happiness

is that forever, in a trilogy,

is usually not more than five pages long.

(If you’re lucky.)

Our forever would be much longer than that,

I hope.

Or maybe that’s it.

Maybe we’re destined to be just three years.

But I don’t want a trilogy.

I want a hundred-book series that keeps going on and on,

with generation of characters after generation.

I want an epic that goes so long

that the critics will say the author has run out of ideas.

But I will not believe them.

I will be clutching my novels deep down in my library,

reading and re-reading,

constantly begging for more of what I love so much.


Because our story is one that doesn’t need an ending.