Wasted (A Short Story of You and I)

("Sunsets & Poets" is my online video portfolio) This video was an old school project and I've decided to revise a bit. The story is inspired by my own love life. I've actually written about it quite a few times on this blog. Enjoy.

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Dear Cupid, You’re A Jerk: How DTR Could’ve Saved The Mess

When you asked me if I wanted to come over, the last thing I expected was meeting your mother.  I sent you an eggplant emoji and you replied with hearts. It was clear we were not in the same relationship. I wanted something casual while you were already planning our wedding and the names of … Continue reading Dear Cupid, You’re A Jerk: How DTR Could’ve Saved The Mess

Poem Day 7: Why I Burned My Journals

When I was 14 I wanted to kill myself 15 and 16, my thoughts never changed I was manic and my words proved it These past entries were filled with darkness A lot of people said I've been strong But these entries scare me Its a reminder of the struggle The struggle to wake up … Continue reading Poem Day 7: Why I Burned My Journals

Poem Day 6 (sort of): I won’t date actors

My friend was flipping channels She stopped on a particularly cheesy show She nudged me and pointed "Didn't you two used to fuck?" she asked I looked at the screen and saw The reason why I have sworn off actors He was merely a background character A year after, he's still craving the spotlight Still … Continue reading Poem Day 6 (sort of): I won’t date actors

Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

My parents told me a story when I was four I came home asking “Is God Dead?” and they didn’t know how to answer it. According to my pre-school teacher, she remembers me as the little girl who’d ask “Where’s God” during Bible study time. Take note I was not in a Catholic school, but … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

Poem Day 2: 1-800-273-8255

There's something that makes sense Then something that doesn't There are moments of clarity There are murky thoughts too One foot out the door A split second thought Passed the highway A split second jolt Then you're awake Death is inevitable We'll be buried at some point Burned and scattered Forgotten, rarely remembered There are … Continue reading Poem Day 2: 1-800-273-8255