OKAY WOAH. so somehow i have made it to my first 500 followers? so that means 500 people were like “oh wow this person’s poetry is reasonably good, enough so that i want to follow them on tumblr.” and that’s such a big blessing and such an incredible concept to me?! I never ever ever thought my poetry would be worth reading, or that anybody would like it. and i just want to thank each and every one of you for encouraging me by following me, reblogging, and liking my poetry. it means so so so so much; more than you will ever know or realize! i love you all, and i am so happy you are able to relate to my poetry or at least find it enjoyable enough to follow me. the whole point of my writing is to express myself and touch others, and it makes me the happiest human on the planet to know i am achieving that in a small way 🙂 

i love you all so much, and thank you for being part of my first 500 followers! you are all so lovely ❤ ❤ 

it makes sense now, you
being born during hurricane season: 
the way your eyes melted
into clouds, 
the way you spoke in rain,
the way you tore apart the ground
beneath my feet
(you made it look graceful, though).
you were my life’s greatest
metaphor,
and you’ve left me
looking for explanations
in every corner.

baby, you’re the first hurricane of 2015. // a.s.m 

the controller is here
in my hands, 
but i can’t move
my thumbs. 

this video game keeps going
and i am on autopilot:
an endless cycle, 
straddling the line between here
and somewhere else. 

i know i’ve been on the other side, 
i just can’t remember when
and i’m waiting for the day 
that i feel awake again.

i feel like i’m on autopilot these days // a.s.m

take a breath before
you jump off the deep end, 
child.
don’t you want to see
the canyons around you before
you commit
yourself to a cubicle?

run, and feel the breeze
in your hair before
you put on your suit and 
tie. your hands 
have yet to touch
so much. 

the paper they give you 
is only worth what you 
let it be.
don’t let it boss you around.

take your head out of your
computer screen
and put it back in the clouds.

all i want to do is forever enjoy the beauty of this planet. // a.s.m

write it all down.
pour your mind on the paper–
all of it:
every passing
thought
every hiccup
every mistake
every “i can’t believe…”
every disaster
every painful memory.
put it all on the lines.
and when you’ve squeezed your sponge dry,
take a wet brush and paint
the words into colors
shapes
noises
textures.

How to Write A Poem // a.s.m

The rain paints
the world into
watercolors on my windshield.
Four lights shine
on the horizon just above
the hill where I went on a date once.
I remember him and I
had brought a blanket
to look at the stars that night.
We wrapped ourselves in it
and he kissed me and I felt
so loved then.
So in love.
With him? With love?
I don’t know; 

In love with something
In love with everything.

For the Love of Being Loved // a.s.m

his hands made me drunk.
his hands made me really fucking
drunk
and his lips
his lips made me drunk,
too.
but i’ve never been
one for alcohol, really, 
because wine makes me cry
and beer makes me angry.

hangovers suck and sobering up is a bitch so be careful who you let get you drunk // a.s.m 

when
his fingers strum you
all you can do is sing.
or wail.
sometimes it sounds more like wailing.
and whatever he’s feeling comes out of your mouth.
whatever he’s thinking.
whatever he’s saying inside
comes out of you instead and
your throat’s sore from all the screaming
he’s feeling; from all the anger
little peach pits in his stomach
and you regurgitate them and
your throat is bloody red.

Guitarra // a.s.m

i find the quietness i crave
amid the forest’s windy veins
where my mind can be at peace, 
where my thoughts vacate with ease. 
here my feet become my breath
and my mind one with the earth,
i come to realize my worth: 
an atom in the universe.

i can always find peace in the forest. // a.s.m

When I was young,
my mother used to warn me
not to look right into
the Sun: I could damage my
eyes from the
heat.

The first time I met you,
I could not look directly
into your eyes; I still
can’t.
I’d never expected
to find the Sun
burning
in them.

your eyes bore into me with the intensity of the sun and i do not know what to do with all this heat. i never knew the sun shone through people, too. // a.s.m