So when he asked about getting high, I didn’t think, I agreed. We smoked some good California green. Took three tries to put me in the place he said I should be.
I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.
Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.
Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.
How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe.
Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.
Forever has no meaning when you’re living in the moment. I wasn’t ready for that moment to end.
The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together.
I fell for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.
Eventually, it becomes a matter of scale. When the good outweighs the bad, you stay. When the bad is the only thing you notice anymore, you think about your future, or what’s left of it, consider options.
Loss is loss. Doesn’t take death to create it.
Christmas is far and away my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from the event that inspired it, hoping for a white one, to wrapping presents. But mostly I love having family and friends gathered, and sharing traditions.
When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.
I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.
Happiness is a bull’s-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It’s the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.
You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
I write books for young adults because I truly connect with them on some very deep level. They are our hope, our future, and inspiring them to be the best they can be is very important to me.
And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.
Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, Crank, with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it was hard-hitting then.