life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
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.
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 →
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 →
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 →
Strings attached to my chest, pull much like a puppet, I put on a show. The smile contains flushed red cheeks even when I feel pale. The glimmer in my eyes, were caught like a firefly in the night. I'm so far gone, that I'm lost. I enjoy the adventure of finding this new sense... Continue Reading →
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 →
What am I? Who will I be? What am I doing? Who will I see? When Nothing interrupts. The noises brought back memories Oddly enough I saw my wedding day, my future kids, house, memories of young and old. My mom baking, smiling, owning a home. My boyfriend proposing. My worries, gone. Moments of fear... Continue Reading →
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 →
The Past; The Future. Looking back at the past I see: I've loved too soon. I've loved too much. To be nieve is to choose a dangerous experience. Experience causes wisdom, wisdom cause growth, and growth comes with age. In which aging and time become entities moving fast against their own reality. The who I... Continue Reading →
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.
the way our lives are reflected and seen
Break the silence. End the violence.
Don't be afraid, just turn the page.
Film, Music, and Television Critic
Life or Fiction? 