Generation after generation bonded by truth connected by experience with our lives to share still fight for what is right still fight for the woman next to you. A woman's voice is a tsunami hitting a mountain that always seems to be too high. Our world, somehow" never lets the echo reach far and wide.... 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.
I'm new to letting the world understand me. Knowing who I am, my real self, is a privilege. Many aren't given the chance. I'd rather be a scattered puzzle, than another pretty face. Porcelain always seemed too fragile. Solid and heavy, from my words to my eyes, made an impression nobody forgets. I'd rather pierce... Continue Reading →
Check the closet the dark corners under your bed the creaks, the silence the noises no voice is there to calm the dread. Sleep, faded imagination no green grass or birds are singing. Alarm rings and muscles ache. Nobody told you monsters don't only exist in the dark. You can break your own spirit your... 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 →
It's skepticism that moves me and the diligence to try. Nothing seems possible when I'm at the head of the unknown. There is always wind awaiting to help me fly. I've touched the clouds and skimmed the ground, collided with my own walls, and abandoned treaties I thought would last a lifetime. Songs tickle my... Continue Reading →
Words coat my skin. Numbers date my veins. Creativity paints my dreams. Experience entices my tone of voice. If I'm a bird amongst many or a lonesome dove somebody is always listening even if it's only God.
""You've gone mad!" he said. "No, I call it crazy." said I. "Change!" said society. Again and again. Crazed and mad she never spoke to either again."
Unconditionally A glimpse of my reflection pokes in at the corner of the rear view mirror. Who is she? Really. Moody, violent, Passionate, outspoken, Honest, and impulsive he loves what just gazed back at me? Why? How could he? The flaws, the inconsistencies. Scars cover me black and blue. He isn't planning my demise, he's... Continue Reading →