Fogged Mirror

September 3, 2014

writing in mirror

Behind self-conscious translucency
the word sees me through blind eyes,
but I want the world to see me
like the smoke in my mirror.

In my mirror
I’m a blank face,
no name,
no identity.

I can draw in condensation
and create my own images of everything
I want them to see me as
and everything
I want to be

Sweet Desires

August 31, 2014

Here’s my first shot at writing a haiku!

cupcake cherry on top

Forever is a myth
A fair tale ending
Perfect, sweet like a cherry on top

On Thin Ice

August 20, 2014

I decided to “remix” one of my older poems and turn it into something new. Here is the link to my old poem On the Edge… check out my 2.0 version below!




They just don’t know,
what it’s like
standing on edge,
fighting for survival
living each day
without no one reason to go on

it’s easy being human,
for they own the word,
as they say.
But me, I’m just an enemy, hiding in mountains of snow,
fighting each day just to see tomorrow’s sunrise.

On this block of ice
is where I get away.
The excitement, and danger of
peering into the unknown
and venturing off on my own
gives me a rush, one I often desire.
Hunters won’t find me here
neither will my cubs,
and it’s what I need. Sometime I wish that I
could float down a stream, get washed up on an island
and never come back.

Please get me away
from the snow,
and into the sun.
I want to be on my own,
and feel what it’s feel like
to be to be warm:
on both the inside and out

Grey Scale

August 14, 2014



He lives in black and white,
dreams in vivid color,
believes beauty is a myth and existence is a curse.

He knows there is good,
but it’s submerged in darkness
as it’s just lost looking for light.

Good is like a firefly in the night,
stuck in a well
so far down,
so far away
it’s just flicker in the distance. Nobody cares
that good has gone missing except for when its dark
and there’s no one to guide them.

Yeah, that’s when they will care.
The moment they finally realize;
no one likes to live in colors of black and white

Strangers on the Subway

August 6, 2014

Across from each other they’re apart,
two different worlds,
two different stories
and two different paths.

For what brings
them together in
this exact moment, this exact time and
this exact point of their lives
is any ones guess.

Is it fate? Luck? Destiny?
or maybe it’s nothing,
just nothing at all.

But what if told you
they were perfect for each other
but he was too nervous and
she was too shy.
As he got up to leave,
he wanted to say Hi
but it was his stop so he left and
the two never saw each other again


Random Update #1

August 3, 2014

Hey to all of the readers/followers on my blog. How’s it going? I’m doing pretty well, thanks for asking lol

I just wanted to know if you guys enjoyed my writing and the stuff I have been putting out. My blog has changed a lot since I started it up a while ago and I wanted to know if you guys liked my poetry or creative writing or maybe my old random personal opinion posts? Perhaps more drawings? Maybe I should be quiet and never post again? Just kidding.

Are there any suggestions or ideas that I should work on moving forward? Right now I post a lot of poetry, I love writing it and I get awesome feedback, but I could change it up and post other things too.  Let me know because I have an awesome following and support base and I love posting stuff that everyone enjoys reading.

PS: You guys are awesome.

PPS: You guys are still awesome.


small penguin

Blood Stream

August 3, 2014

A pond, lake and valley all connect
one way or another as they intertwine
like veins and overlap each other.

They take turns pouring blood
back into an ocean
that’s floating at high tide
and trying to pump out
the sour salt-water-taste
that’s left in its mouth.

Water is water and blood is blood
in a body of water,
but the heart is an ocean

heart-shaped ocean

We Never Existed

July 31, 2014

What if no one was there
and it was only
me and you
but neither of us existed.

I could write this poem
page after page,
forever and ever
but it wouldn’t matter
because it was all a dream
or better yet a mirage.

What if what I’m saying makes no sense
and what if I’m crazy, but what if
I’m not

disappear girl

Writers are Selfish

July 18, 2014

but writers don’t care
they rearrange,
mix and match letters
anyway they wish.

They don’t care if H
doesn’t like it near A
or T doesn’t like it in the middle
and if E isn’t fond of the end,
but they do it anyway

they force letters together
just to express themselves
with no regard
to the feelings of others.

Writers are selfish

Once upon a time writing

All That I Can Do

July 13, 2014

scrabble board game words

I wrote these words
only for you
so do with them
as you wish.

Take them for the literal
or the figurative
it doesn’t matter to me
as long as you promise
to read them
and know
they were written
only for you.

Crumple them up,
throw them out
and burn them in flames when you’re finished

but as long as they were read
and not wasted
I know
I’ve done
all that I can do


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