A ballad in alternating tetrameter and trimeter lines, featuring near rhyme, and following a ABCB pattern. Focused around the fairytale of Peter Pan, with a dark twist.
Read MoreBurial Ground
“I scream for them all.”
Read MoreYou Are The Sun
Dedicated to Kelly Ann Ernst.
Read MoreResurgam: I Will Rise Again
In memory of Christopher Connelly, an English teacher at Glastonbury High School, husband, and father.
Read MoreLife in Her Haikus
Each stanza itself is in haiku format, yet the wholeness of the poem is read together. I attempted to capture the simplicity of haikus, yet in a much deeper, meaningful sense.
Read MoreA Moment of Purple
An English sonnet on the unique patterns of a setting sun.
Read MoreWe Heal
In time, everyone heals. This does not, though, mean that we forget...
Read MoreThe Exhibitionist
A poem written in the point of view and in response to Curley's wife from the novel "Of Mice and Men."
Read MoreWhite
I was told to pick a color and write about it. Here lies the outcome...
Read MoreDreaming of Butterflies - Short Story
A personal short story about the freedoms and drawbacks of society and the desirable innocence of childhood.
Read MoreArs Poetica
Ars Poetica is a form of poetry meant to describe the qualities a poem should have if it is to stand as a work of art. MacLeish originally wrote ars poetica in 1925. This is my own take on what a poem should consist of. Specifically, my poem takes one line from previous poems I have written to signify that poetry should be linked to the author's other works to create flow and familiarity. In addition, I combine similarly-formatted stanzas because poetry should always follow a unique but properly formatted setting. Lastly, my poem consists of descriptive ideas that are not always explained thoroughly, because I believe poetry is meant to be felt by each person in their own way.
Read MoreVoices
A tribute to "the one's who will not fall." We are here for you, standing beside you, always.
Read MoreMarbles For Eyes
Everyone has their own, unique marbles (eyes)...
Read MoreIn Sickness and In Health
Have you ever?
Read MoreHolding Hands
A silent plea of longing love caught between two adolescents...
Read MorePLASTERED WINGS
Freedom at last. She left the windows open...
Read MoreWhere My Life Begins
A poem inspired by "Where The Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein.
Read MoreColors of Her Wind
A poem meant to spark a connection between humans and the nature they so often immerse themselves in. The yellow and blues mentioned throughout the piece should mix to produce green, which is the colors of nature. In a sense, the girl is becoming one with nature by combining her blues and yellows.
Read MoreJEALOUSY AND I
Jealousy demands my soul.
She takes me hostage into her world
filled with broken afterthoughts and unkept promises.
She holds me in a grip too tight and
she won't let me go.
She holds me captive
and distracts me from the real,
spinning every what-if into a will-be;
I am drowning in my own dreams
oblivious to the insanity that is my world
trying to twist my heart into a shape it is not
I try
to break free
of the punishing grasp she pulls down on me.
But she is stronger than she looks and unfairness
wins over my lungs
which search for lighter air.
She stomps me flat to the ground in a spinning
dream of sorrow I cannot seem to escape
because every time I am justified she is in the corner of the room
watching
and when I notice her my hands turn icy and my knees imitate the hurricane
from deep in my eyes I see the impossible.
I know she's not there, I know she's not there,
but her presence haunts me like black smoke trailing from my ears
a never-ending pang of guilt
of what-if
I can't change her mind, no,
I can't win her over.