- An Observation of Reflection
Baltimore, Maryland 2014
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- An Observation of Reflection
Baltimore, Maryland 2014

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I just have to get through today, that's all I can do.
Original, 5 Apr 2013
They say that two souls
must search the world
to be together as one.
Well,
I’m sick and tired of waiting around
in hopes I’ll see you downtown.
So,
This song is for you dear
I’m singing on the radio
In hopes that a smile
Will fall from your eyes
and spread across your face.
And when these words are over,
I’m packing my bags
So that we can sing this together,
As one.
- Undated, 2013
My only condition concerning my death is that I die with a full stomach. You never know what kind of food is in the afterlife.
Original, 13 Mar 2013
- Original, Magic Gardens 2013
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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Getting real tired of taking people's shit just to have friends
Original, 23 Jan 2013
You may not recognize the face
But you know exactly who I am
You wouldn’t have to look at the book in my hand,
Nor the mismatched socks on my feet.
You can see it in my eyes,
The distant, dreamy look to the coffee-brown.
For, you see, I am not a part of this world.
I am from time and space,
Traveling with the Doctor.
I am a Musketeer fighting for France.
I am the Avatar, master of all four elements.
I am a wizard, casting spells you couldn’t possibly dream of.
I am a steampunk princess,
Dressed in both the latest metallic fashions and weapons.
I am a pirate, on a search for special treasure.
I am a dreamer,
Lost in her travels
Unable to find her place
In this tiny little Earth.
- Undated, 2012
- Darren Criss Live in Concert, 2013
Seats for two.
- Original, 2014
Erie, Pennsylvania
Honey, there is no one who hates me more than I hate myself.
Original, 31 Aug 2012

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Words.
Words, words, words.
When they plead for an escape
from my monstrous mouth
They are trapped
Forever the damsel,
But with no hope for a hero.
But words,
When written,
Pages turn into miles,
While the ink becomes oceans.
It’s words, not stupidity
That is holding me back,
Back with blackmail.
The plays in my mind want to act,
The grief of my past wants to sing,
The longing of my heart wants to love.
But it’s all held back,
By my st-st-stutters,
Hidden in my “ums”’s and “yeah”’s.
Lost in the silence,
Confused by the awkward,
Tripping over one another,
As they rush out at once,
Fleeing when I need them to explain
The garbled mess I just spewed
From my monstrous mouth.
Leaving me,
Alone, alone, alone
With no words
left to speak.
- Undated, 2012
I have a problem.
You see,
I fall for men.
Fictional men.
I fall in love with
Each new drop of ink
That describes his beautiful face
I fall in love with
Each word he utters
From his chimerical mouth
His ever-bright
Ever made-up existance
Brightens so
Reality seems faded
I have fallen in love with you,
My storybook man
May we spend the rest
Of our irrelevant lives
Together.
- Undated, 2012
Broken hearts are my lullabies
Regrets are my nursery rhymes
Despair
The melody I drift off to
And it is the distant whispers of broken dreams
That are the last sounds that fill my head
Before fantasy overcomes reality
And the nightmares begin again
- Undated, 2011
The sickness that is within me has taken over me.
Original, 8 Jan 2012
I lost my youth to mental illness and those are years I'll never fucking get back and it’s not poetic it’s fucking devastating

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The Dawning
The birth of a writer is magical.
She is born from a pen, When it first touches the paper.
The ink is her blood flow, The lines are her bones. Her world is new, Innocent as a blank page.
This innocence fuels a passion, One that will change the world. She will no longer sit on the sidelines.
She sets sail, On a new adventure, That takes her across pages.
Monsters will be born, By her dirty words written.
Hero will rise, To challenge hateful thoughts.
As a last clenching attempt, A damsel will fall to danger. But heroic words, Will swing her to safety.
When she is finished, And the pen is set down, The writer still lives on, Somewhere, Somehow.
And as she takes her steps, A new she inside, The world will accept her, Arms open wide, And together we will change, Our hearts united as one.
- Undated, 2011
How do we know what to do with our lives? What is the thing that pulls us, Towards the art of creativity? What fuels our passion? What are we born with, That causes us to sing? The thing that makes our souls fly, What is it?
How are we all connected?
Why?
This baby cries, Not knowing what to do. Hush now, child. One day you will know. And the day you know, You will pick up your pencil, Your brush, Your note,
And set your spirit free.
- Undated, 2011