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.retaliation

karma wont stay away very long…
she will unfold an indiscernible curve ball
that will knock you off your feet

An ocean of sadness that swallowed her whole. Questioning her sanity, she began to fall… Deeper into the rushing waves of sheer madness and pain. Always, she wondered… If it would be the same. She didn’t know just what to do… So she clenched onto her dreams, wishing that they’d all come true. She leftContinueContinue reading “. the trail”

.i am listening

I am listening to you… with intent to learn, to grow and to give I am listening to you… to your words unspoken that seep through your bones I am listening to you… trying to grasp your language…. your needs and your wants I am listening to you… even when you think I am notContinueContinue reading “.i am listening”

.what I carry inside

It’s 6 o’clock on a Sunday And the rain comes pouring down The memories of what was and is Always seem to get me down I look beyond for a brand new hope But my mind plays tricks on me And when I think I’ve got it all figured out Reality kindly greets me OnceContinueContinue reading “.what I carry inside”

.only yesterday

It was only yesterday That today was just a dream Plots sketched out in my journal It was all a scheme… How today seemed so lovely Another chance to get it right But now today seems to be Another yesterday come night… Nothing achieved My plans didn’t succeed I had the time I wished… ButContinueContinue reading “.only yesterday”

.the art of my life

Most people question what kind of legacy they will leave behind…. I don’t care too much about my legacy from someone else’s eyes but I do want to look back at my life and be proud of the art it created. As an artist I love to create things… Music, poetry, jewelry, and visual art.ContinueContinue reading “.the art of my life”

.baggage

Carrying a heavy load of baggage is tiresome and frustrating. You hurdle through every day hoping it will eventually go away. You try new things, you focus on something brighter, but in the back of your mind you still hear and feel that throbbing… The throbbing that the past so effortlessly reminds you of dayContinueContinue reading “.baggage”

.little girl in a big world

I often catch myself shrinking in my place. Absorbing all the organized chaos that the universe throws at me. It fascinates me how our minds are so programmed by repetition that we can get through most of our days on auto pilot and not be cognitive of our surroundings…. We end our days with aContinueContinue reading “.little girl in a big world”

.the dancer

And so the story goes That she sang her way through life Wandering through the paths unknown With her head up in the clouds And when the sun sets… Her head is upon my chest Although her lips are moving She is just talking in her sleep But she is dancing in my dreams… SheContinueContinue reading “.the dancer”

.his lips were made for me

There he lay With his head upon my lap His chest rises and falls His eyes are closed His breath, the scent of honeydew He mumbles in his sleep… The love I feel, keeps me from looking away Running my fingers across his brow A tear comes to my eye The man I love IsContinueContinue reading “.his lips were made for me”