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 →

Only Yours

Your humor brightens my day Your hugs warm my heart Your advice fills my world with vision Your words color my world Your years, a beautiful age is far younger than the world believes, because being young is a frame of mind. Your rhymes and sing-songs remind me that I am a child first, because... 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 →

One of my biggest “I told you so”

Make me accountable. We cross reference our mistakes and share wisdom, that we ourselves never listened to. The morals of our parents, we once thought had so many flaws, now define the love life that has been repeated for decades; just different people, different order, different world. "I told you... to be best friends first."... Continue Reading →

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