Lost in my mind with a million thoughts surfacing… one after another. The maybes. The what ifs. The whys. The why nots. Memories of beauty. Of pure bliss. Memories of sadness and gut wrenching pain. They bring back emotions that seem to be reborn; even for just a moment or two, they become alive again.ContinueContinue reading “.the kind of day where words don’t suffice”
Category Archives: .who i am
.then to now
Going through the words, poems, stories and memories that I have recorded on paper over the past few years can make my heart tremble at times. The pain that drenched so many of my days still lingers silently in the background of my mind. Inside of me: Every moment, every day navigating through; trying toContinueContinue reading “.then to now”
.sometimes
sometimes we wonder sometimes we wander sometimes we stay in one place often times we worry often times we scurry through the days in our current time and space our hearts do the feeling our minds do the thinking our souls doing all and everything in-between but, who do we follow? who do we need?ContinueContinue reading “.sometimes”
.escalate your mind
High tide Purple mountain Revolution pride… Dirty water Smokey skies Transcending into time… Walking through the rivers Elevating minds Take the time to escalate All it is you find Lonely sidewalks sliding They all know my name Traveled on before hand… In this never ending game Roaring waters pushing Bouncing back in time Crimson cloudsContinueContinue reading “.escalate your mind”
.a letter to those who drain light
A letter to the people I don’t want in my life or near my energy…. Dear you, This is what I have to say to you… ………………………….(add silence here) Sincerely, A human that has moved on and grown without your negativity and lies intruding my life. Live in peace, away from me.
.running with scissors
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As mother’s day approaches I reflect on my vision of a mother. They come in all sizes, colors and at different prices. Growing up as an orphaned child within my own family is a hard reality to accept. But it is what I have. My bio mother was the…
.i’m not sorry
Someone close to me recently pointed out how I apologize for things that are both in and out of my control. He pointed it out often, until I started to notice myself… Yesterday I counted 42 times before the day was over. Why am I so sorry? Truth is, I’ve been programmed to wish IContinueContinue reading “.i’m not sorry”
.bass
Back beat Still mind Wandering through the street Light feet Flow through my hips Pulsating through my finger tips Heavy chest Mellow soul The rhythm carries me high Painted with lyrics Notes flowing low and deep The beat moves its way up my body Through me you can see the notes The sway. The flow.ContinueContinue reading “.bass”
.this time
The days where I feel a slight spunk in my step and a happy go lucky attitude slowly taking over my pessimistic demeanor seem to stand out amongst the others. Its the days where I wake up rested and choose to make anything that comes my way work for the better. Its the days thatContinueContinue reading “.this time”
.invisible light
In the midst of an endless night Was a sliver of invisible light It grew as my faith in it did And as much as I envisioned it enveloping me It overflowed from within… Before long the night had disappeared And the invisible light shined so bright That it escaped through my eyes And intoContinueContinue reading “.invisible light”
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