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 →

An Assertive Whisper

You’re too nice. Speak up. Be more confident. Don’t cry. Be strong.You worry too much. Stop thinking like that. Don’t wear that.You’re too friendly. Stop being passive. You shouldn’t think like that.That isn’t always the case. Are you sure? Could you have possibly misinterpreted that? Try to remember. Don’t lie. Are you being honest? I... Continue Reading →

Anywhere, but Here

Carry me away today, far away, to a place where i can find myself again. A place in which the world is quiet and the ones I love are close. A place that carries and offers no worries, doesn't question my worth, and limits do not exist. The aches and pains of stress settle, the... 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.

A Writer Loves You

Simply Because They Do 💚 If you ever fall in love with a writer don't ask them why they love you it will take them years to find the perfect words to describe their wonder, their fascination with you. Writers bleed words but only the most precious drops bleed emotions.

Hang there….🌚

simply still. Follow me, moon to star wherever you are... Moon light, star bright, what a wish I have for you tonight. Keep him safe, kiss his lips, hold him tight in your warm embrace, remind him of our love tonight. Cover him with your star dust; dreams filled with our love our lust. Let... Continue Reading →

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