Different pieces of metal. Different designs. ••• A mosaic of memories one doesn’t exist without the other. ••• They are all a part of her. She is carrying a piece of you with her. •• Soldered to her heart. They’re tattooed in the veins. ____ A piece of jewelry? Eight.
Photos fall to the ground from an old dresser some of them black and white, others bursting with color. You can touch them, pick them up, feel them and their weight. Are they heavy or light, faded, new? We ask the ones pictured in these gems now held between your fingertips. As words... Continue Reading →
The quiet midnight, walking through all your thoughts. The ‘what ifs’, ‘what happened?’. The ‘Damn, I did that!’ The ‘I should’ve saids...’ Flying through the skies catching all the stars, a bouquet of wonder. Lightning will hit clouds will come and eventually fade. When your eyelids finally fall and peace becomes your silence, dreams become... Continue Reading →
What became of us, remember when we didn’t have to rush, just love endlessly and erratically like the wind? What caught your eye in this new accomplished sin? Was it a new sense of pride, getting away with it or letting your own insanity in? A premeditated fantasy, a new adventure you bragged about in... Continue Reading →
Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →
Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.
I'm at a loss for words sometimes. & Sometimes the tide gets rough and knocks the wind out of me, simply because I can’t believe what I see. We are all standing in a sea of dreams, with so much opportunity. We are left with hope, to rise above the water. Even if it's just... Continue Reading →
From head to toe personified words, stories shown in still pictures. Highlighted reels of over-played moments I treasure most. Black and white trying not to fade. Behind my ear a flower would grow. My neck and chest untouched, my heart plays rhythmic melodies. Being alive is art on its own. My back would extend wings,... Continue Reading →
Tiny pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They are all interwoven. I can only remember one piece And I don't know how I got to it. I'm standing on an island. Water surrounds me. I have so much to say, but I can't tell you. I can't pinpoint its beginning and end. I have thoughts rising... Continue Reading →