want all of the books

*in a science-type small storefront*
ISFP: oooh butterflies in glass
ISFP: ooOOoh sparkly mineral rocks
ISFP: oh cool they have a Guide to North American Animals book
ISFP: “Stars and Planets - a Field Guide” wow I want this book look how pretty it is
ISFP: “All About Whales”??? YES
ISFP: whoa a chart on mushrooms how cool is that
ISFP: hey guys look it’s a kit to find out your blood type
ISFP: AWWW they have little tiny bats in glass too that’s so saaaaad
ISFP: hey you could buy this meteorite chunk with a stand for only $595
*walks out eventually*
ISFP: well that was thoroughly interesting 🙃

Hey, everyone!

So, I’m happy to announce that I’ve published my first poetry collection, A Vague Sense of Unease, and it’s now available on Amazon.com in both print and e-book form. If you enjoy anything that I post on this blog, I’d really appreciate you checking it out. In this day and age, I know that it’s difficult to purchase all of the books that we want, but I’d even really appreciate taking just a few seconds to leave a positive review of my poetry. A huge thank you to everyone who has encouraged my writing. More of these to come, hopefully!

Find it here: https://www.amazon.com/Vague-Sense-Unease-Poetry-Anthology/dp/1520933967/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1490685773&sr=8-1

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

‘Isn’t it lonely without him?’

'It’s like the stars forgot to come out one night and instead I was left in the dark, wondering what I could do to make them come back.’

—  j.f // but they were too far away to listen to my tears • excerpts of stories I will never write