Is life as easy as one thinks it is? I’ve asked that countless times, On a personal quest, Like rubbing a crystal ball, Expecting the future to be revealed, Decoded with enough grandeur to stand on mountains. It used to make sense to me, Like a fantasy RPG game, Pick a character, achieve goals, Maybe ...

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Or it could be the excessive black coffee in my veins. Or maybe it was that philosophy class I attended one time before switching out. I have no idea why I am typing this blog post. I do know that it was on a Sunday morning, my wedges clicked on ...

A heart that hurts Is hard to heal.  When someone has hurt you  To the point you can’t speak on the pain. How do you return from that? How do you reach another heart that’s been twisted as much as you? Is it even possible to go back – to the moment before the pain ...

Adrift in the cold empty of space, white dots twinkling amidst the black, a ship floated as a carcass would down river. Its single passenger inside shivered in the growing chill, a blanket wrapped about her person. She gazed through the front shield as her teeth chattered. Pain soaked in her veins, and even the ...

This tripod has been around. The box was dusty, shoved in a corner of the attic. Three legs. At least there used to be. I see the joints where repairs were made. The first leg is wooden but the break is new. The break is clean; smooth to the touch. No splinters prick my fingers. ...

The heat from your lips starts to warm my body from within, I arch my back from your gentle touch, The restraints kept me in place, I’m bounded to this bed by your aching love and your gentle touch.

Fear rocks my core And I look to you for stability I want to link my pinky with yours And breathe slowly   Your soft voice is All I have now So, I listen with care Careful not to tune out   Fear rocks my core Your meticulous ways Cradle my fear Even though you ...

You have cried for many reasons. Now if you bellow, I hope it is always in joy. If you do, cry out in pain I hope you allow me to ease that pain. Bellow, let the river of grief, gripe, and pain dry up for you. Turn all the cracks, and breaks you’ve endured let ...

A dying fire burns in the hearth, grey smoke unfurling and twisting into the open air. Dust particles alight beneath the breaking of a new day. And he sits in his chair, old, decrepit, half-mad, as old thoughts bring fresh wounds. The first thought is of her smile: how it crinkled her face and brought ...

Red glitter lips, Cali champagne, eating boxed chocolates from Valentine’s Day.   Bouncing my leg, I’m feeling insane with all of these bubbles inside of my brain.   I’m not crying or down, I’m just in distress with this white lingerie underneath my dress.   I pour myself another because I have no limits with ...