I can hear everything gone– Your footprints stamped into my mo… I’ve held this month in the pit of… I am sorry, I am not silver. I am sorry, this is not what you w…
This year I have changed. I am not talking about maturity. I don’t mean change, In the way a bud changes into a flower. By change, I mean that I have shed my skin. I have replaced my vo...
Flowers spilling out of my mouth, your crooked teeth scraping agains… speaking words I could never hear out loud.
You found me when I was sick at heart, a small wilted flower growing in the middle of winter. You found me when I had my hands painted blue, held behind my neck while I studied the face...
My body is pressed against the golden earth, it’s rawness peeling away layers of my skin; Mother Earths attempts of reaching my soul. Darling I told the ocean, that when she finds it, t...
The trees were blooming around me… A snake stealing my life for its s… Wrapped tightly around my jugular;… Your silence sounded a little bit… The slam of the door cutting again…
I fell asleep with the taste of bl… nothing felt like home anymore. Falling asleep in my own bed, my f… But I’m a shadow. I never grew u… My home was a little White House,…
As my body sat still on the wooden bench by the water, my soul floated everywhere, catching bits and pieces of the earth along its fingertips, and storing them in my chest. It floated a...
Out beyond memories of the sun on… My hands, wrapped around your wais… Out beyond thoughts, that run thro… lays worlds, lays people, that I’ve forgotten b…
My father is a flower, and he grows about without me. He grows from a different sun, and drinks from a different rain. All though we are under the same sky, he stands so far away. My fa...
We smiled at each other one afternoon in September. From the moment our eyes met I had learned of every piece of your soul, but yet mine still thirsted to know more. As time pushed on y...
I sat on the edge of the earth, its soul caressing my shadow Fighting for air to stay inside my… And I whispered to the ocean, That I hope you will Remember me
Most people are born homesick. They leave the home their mothers… Most of us are born homesick. But then we hear our parents carve… We hear their voices fuse together…
It’s the year that you shed your childhood skin, it’s the day you wake up and realize you’re no longer sleeping in your own bed, It’s the feeling you get in the base of your ribcage,...
I’m walking barefoot across the earth, my naked heels hugging the sunlit sand, burning from the artistry of the way the birds wings are clipping the horizon. My thoughts are like vapor,...