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.
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 →
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.
Seasons come and go. The familiarity is what we anticipate. A winter breeze causes a snowflake to land between her jacket and her warm neck as another one lands on her tongue the feelings are different, they both melt, but one stings. She hears a, " Shh! She'll hear us!" behind her grandpa's truck. She... Continue Reading →
We admire the fruit. We forget the seeds. What if we planted one? We have instead of took. A gardener, the mother of many, and yet forgotten, just like the seed. .. A family tree brings so much more than just life. A family tree brings hope for stronger roots, ritualistic seasons, the waxing and... 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 →
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 →
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 →
My thoughts and moments will pass. The things I did not accomplish will die beneath my casket. My 'should haves', 'could haves', and 'would haves' will still be left undone. My words will dim as time passes. The silence will live on. Don't take things for granted, love them while they are here. Remind them... Continue Reading →
You taught me that fictional characters are living. In the rivets of our imagination, In the fears that consume us, In the identity we claim daily, and the construction of a story we reflect our own perceptions, the fictional characters are us. But the ability to embrace all of their flaws to take ownership in... Continue Reading →