Jumping Lilly Pads

I'm jumping from lane to lane barely being missed by the oncoming car. A swoosh, a breeze and I realize that's the passenger seat  I was supposed to be in. Roller coaster rides through memories through anxieties through running thoughts... landing only to jump again.

Blurred Vision

The morning sun peaks through the shades cutting, molding his face. His chest rises and falls. I'm captivated by what my tired eyes think they see. Mosaic art pieced together by shadows and light. I look for those attributes. They calm a nightmare. They lull me to sleep. They make my heart race. Slowly his... Continue Reading →

Connected

Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →

Give Me a Heart Attack

Her chest becomes heavy, the breaths are short, and her face is red. The walls inch closer, the voices of others are muffled; the whisper in her head cannot get louder. No matter how hard her voice pushes and scratches through her airway, nothing comes out. Nothing. In the early morning hours she wishes herself... Continue Reading →

Those Eyes

This moment, right now, makes all the difference some how. My eyes open and close at night those moments of darkness, they seem to hold so much more. In my dreams I reach for your voice. Recreating those intonations, those wordless gasps of air. The moments we felt each other’s nonsense. Years have passed. I... Continue Reading →

A Generation’s Genetics

Her youngest brother taught her, Trusting someone isn't always dangerous. Her older brother taught her, Speaking up isn't always rude. Her mother taught her, Independence is necessary for growth and inner strength. Her father taught her, Mistakes can define you. She stands like an anatomy chart, labeled and defined; being everything she is, considering all... Continue Reading →

Picturesque Inspiration

My tattoos exist in the lines of my story, my poetry. There lies my understanding of perfection, morals, of life, my struggles and successes. Read my stories and you'll know which ones carry pieces of my skin.

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