God-Forsaken Immortality

And so, I wrote until the sun kissed my face, And the birds screamed sunrise melodies; As the people in their homes slept the morning hours away Until their dreams were only sweet memories.   Then they awake to their 9-5 job, As I am harrowingly writing on Some abandoned rooftop Smoking the last drag …

Like a Dandelion in the Wind

The leaves fell softly like dandelions floating in the wind; The crinkling sound under my feet unmatched except by the cackling of flame. Wintery winds gusted and pushed me back into remission As the warmth left my fingertips – as the frigid air Crept in, suddenly the addiction fleeted like a bad memory You blot …

Excerpt From the Book I’ll Never Write

I’ve started to go to therapy; I’m in tenth grade and I’m severely depressed—not clinically depressed, the kind of depression that is full and gives the full spectrum of the romanticized version of it all. I guess I longed to be a tortured artist, and a starving heart, and at long last I saw it …