Yet another attempt at a song. Loneliness. Lost love. The usual suspects.

A rather trite bit of drivel about the power/weakness of words when it comes to emotions.

There was a meteor shower last night. I figured that was a good enough reason to write.

The transition between relationships compared to the life cycle of a phoenix. Love, loss, and rebirth in the flames of one long year.

After my shower this morning, I sat on my bed in just my towel, letting the sun warm my skin. And I looked at the beads of water clinging to my skin. This is my attempt to capture that moment.

Not one of my best, mostly a need to get my feelings on this situation out there. Catharsis, I guess. Events depicted are roughly 98% true- I took a small amount of creative liberty with it, but not much.

Snow White. In a bathysphere. As the universe is ending. More of a discourse on being alone than anything else.

A friend of mine had the Mac kernel panic error that flashes "panic: we are hanging here" on the screen. I was struck by how out-of-place that phrase seemed in an error message and ended up writing this piece based on that screen.

Another half-hearted attempt at a song.

Unable to sleep one night, I wrote this. It should speak to anyone who battles regularly with insomnia.

Written for a traveling boy from a landlocked girl.

Walking home late one spring night, I composed this little poem.

An ongoing series of poetic letters to various characters in the lives of "S". Hopefully, as these letters accumulate, the personalities and relationships of these characters to "S" will emerge.

The only piece I've written under the influence of anything. Just goes to show that all those drunken writers knew what they were doing.

A piece about picking up the shattered remains of your life and learning to move on and live again.

Written on one of the longest nights of my life. Which, looking back, seems extraordinarily silly. Still, in that moment, I burned for that boy who would never want me.

Love Math. Two things that really don't make a lot of sense together, but I did it anyway.

Four pieces about love and music and the intricate way they bind people together.

Another poem based on a dream of mine.

At the end of a long day, I would climb into the shower, sing, and think of you. This is spring semester of my sophomore year, every night around 3 o'clock.

A good friend of mine whom I used to pine for went through a tough time when his girlfriend was in a serious accident. Note that, while this incident served as the jumping off point for this poem, this piece is entirely fiction.

Just two people living life at breakneck speed.

A companion piece to "A Series of Brown Jackets in Various Stages of Decay," this was written nearly a year after the original piece. A new boy this time, but the same worries and fears.

Based on a bittersweet dream I had one night.

For me, there is no more freeing a time than when I'm between love. It's at these moments that I truly live only for myself. There's also a startling clarity in these times, when I watch the people around me echoing a phase I've just left.

Written one stifling August night, when the fireflies winked at me across fields of grass.

An attempt to write through the eyes of a male character. I don't think I quite succeeded, but it was interesting to try to see a budding romance from someone else's point of view.

Written for two men in my life, it explores the complexities of our relationships both real and illusory .

When you are in love, you covet the smallest things about your significant other, even the sound of their name.

Love found and lost in a distant land. One of the few times I've written in song format- it's not my strong suit.

For anyone who's ever felt alone in the world.

A sonnet written for a man I used to care deeply about.

Written in the fluttery, light phase of burgeoning attraction.

A darker piece about desire and lust.

A short piece written when I was in the itchy, crazy moments of infatuation.

The only remaining stanza of a longer work, written early in my sophomore year. I've always found it to be haunting, and I'll wake up periodically with the verse running through my mind.

Pseudo stream-of-consciousness character study. One day, I'll actually complete this woman's story.

A surprisingly sweet, romantic story. Blends love and science, two of my favorite things.

What if there is only a finite amount of love in the human heart? What happens as we age and give that love away? A fictional piece about the love-worn and the promise of happiness.

Written just as I was exploring the works of e.e. cummings in detail. Just a short drabble about getting a haircut.

A brief bit of verse composed while washing my hands in the dorm bathroom freshman year.

Written in 10 minutes for a quiz in my English class senior year of high school.

A brief, bittersweet look at relationships and the power of connection.