Not weak, just soft Not bitter, just hurt Not a pessimist, I learned Not lonely but armed with courage to step away from my own shadow if I may walk past its umbra and back to lighter shades Because one minute I’m swimming into hot springs and the next I’m flying in iced skies without…
Peeled eyes, clumsy hands stubborn heart, late at night can’t think right, so I write Confusion and fear over a million years that seem not enough for a cluttered mind to clear I sought comfort, a sign in cheesy inspo lines just because they rhymed but answers I can’t find Mind gamers like to play…
But I could get used to your fingertips touching mine reaching across the table like the cheesy movies do Wrap my hair around them shape every coil, every twirl pick up a bottle on the way make dinner for two Dust off the red suspender light up the jasmine candle watch it flicker to the…
Nobody asks you how you are Because you checked in with your stories, you’re alive And your skin is glowing you must be fine and that last post of yours so dope, fire, kiss, and hearts You smile a lot to be insane You’re in good shape Your limbs are moving Can’t be your strength…
In the short week ahead we’ll see what’s left of a year when we tried to make the best In the eye of adversity we showed resilience through vulnerability We came together, family and friends Divided by politics, but closer in the end. A journey through seas that have closed the gates to all herds…
This is part of an old poem I wrote about our journey in life: Far Away, and I thought I’d try something new with it, which is the video below (in honor of modern times). So if you want to go far away where nobody knows your name, DO IT. Don’t be afraid. 🙂
Some people love so hard the first time they don’t know how to do it twice. Some people are hard on themselves but soft on whom don’t treat them right. Some people laugh when they mean to cry. Some people go to church to seem nice when they’re rotten inside. Some people can’t let go…
It’s the 3AM thoughts that leave a lump in your throat, eyes that won’t shut, habits can’t adjust a brain that ignores you’re already f**ked Because life keeps giving you more than you can any longer handle, like scrambled foreign words you can’t even begin to unscramble The recurring mind-wandering put your will power to…
I ask myself today what’s changed? Heart beating with the same ache, People I’ve loved so long can’t reciprocate, And I settled for crumbs they call affection Given all my attention, dealt with their rejection; I understand it was f—ked up, in retrospection. Today I tried to numb the pain again, day by day, But…
Of all the things I could’ve wished for, I wished for one thing only: sleep. Not because the bags under my eyes, with every passing night, got darker, heavier, deeper. Not because the world around me slept and, so, it felt like the applicable thing to do. Not because Vogue and aestheticians demanded eight hours…
Be it the time of flowers Days of snow, When too much sunshine Darkens my glow Rain on my shoulders A punch in the gut Pulls my weight down My airways are shut No safe haven found in seasons No comfort for an aching soul My bed holds me in all positions But it knows…
My closed eyes won’t let me see what’s right in front of me, but will navigate deep into the what-used-to-be. My attempt to drop the baggage as I make my way out of this black hole that seems to have no fin or starting point, has failed me every time, bringing me back to that…