Times my heart & soul perfectly aligned with the great poet, John Mayer: 

No Such Thing

They love to tell you stay inside the lines. But something’s better on the other side. 

I wanna run through the halls of my high school. I wanna scream at the
top of my lungs. I just found out there’s no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you’ve got to rise above.

Why Georgia

Cause I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdict-less life. Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right? 

It might be a quarter life crisis. Or just the stirring in my soul


When sky blue gets dark enough, to see the colors of the city lights.
A trail of ruby red and diamond white, hits her like a sunrise.

Tonight she’s out to lose herself, and find a high on Peachtree Street. From mixed drinks to techno beats it’s always heavy into everything.

Back to You

Back to you. It always comes around back to you. I tried to forget you. I tried to stay away. But it’s too late

Over you. I’m never over…Over you. It’s something about you. It’s just the way you move…The way you move me.


I worry, I weigh three times my body. I worry, I throw my fear around. But this morning, there’s a calm I can’t explain. The rock candy’s melted, only diamonds now remain.

Heart of Life

Pain throws your heart to the ground. Love turns the whole thing around. Fear is a friend who’s misunderstood. But I know the heart of life is good.

In Repair

Oh it’s taking so long I could be wrong, I could be ready. Oh but if I take my heart’s advice. I should assume it’s still unsteady. Oh, yeah I’m never really ready, oh, yeah, I’m never really ready. I’m in repair, I’m not together but I’m getting there.


Have no fear for giving in. Have no fear for giving over. You’d better know that in the end, it’s better to say too much, then never say what you need to say again.

Stop This Train

No, I’m not color blind, I know the world is black and white. I try to keep an open mind, but I just can’t sleep on this, tonight.


Down to the wire I wanted water, but I’ll walk through the fire. If this is what it takes to take me even higher. Then I’ll come through like I do when the world keeps testing me, testing me, testing me.

Half of My Heart

I was born in the arms of imaginary friends. Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I’ve been. Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing. Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring. Oh half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time.

Queen of California

I’m headed out west with my headphones on. Boarded a flight with a song in the back of my soul. And no one knows. I just found out her ghost left town, the Queen of California is stepping down, down.

Hello beauty, hello strange. Hello wonder, what’s your name?

Love is a Verb

Love ain’t a thing
Love is a verb

Bittersweet Poetry*

Bittersweet. You’re gonna be the death of me. I don’t want you, but I need you.I  love you and hate you at the very same time.

*featured artist


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