I’d close my hollow eyes and see nothing of what I’d dreamed would be true when awakened from this habit, imposed by life and by a body of which I’m no longer the commander. Wanting to wake up awake, chipper again, like the old times when no thoughts of any person, nor of the routine…
How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at me the way you do. When he pays hush money for his sin. When the doctor calls about your skin. When you fall for me before her eyes. When despite the lies you have butterflies….
To whom it may concern: I compiled my favorite and best blog posts from the past six years and they’re now in this eBook format, for the avid reader on the go. You can make them your kill-time stories if you want. I always love hearing from new people outside of my regular blog postings….
I had my earbuds in my ears, volume up above healthy levels, blasting Rihanna’s We Found Love when I got distracted thinking how funny it was that I walked the same paths almost every day, yet have never run into the same people that pass me by walking their dogs or rushing to work. There’s…
Sign language is an artistic way of communication that not all of us can interpret, nor master. Isn’t that the same reason that not all of us can read signs—as in, metaphorically? Red flags aren’t always red; green lights aren’t always green; and sore points aren’t even visible. Science says humans are at the top…
She couldn’t understand how, if Earth spun on its axis twenty-four seven and each full turn was a different day, her heart didn’t change. What on Earth, the stubbornness. Two thousand four hundred days it’d been, she learned the definition of eternity. A grueling and petrifying feeling, like looking at a ghost and holding your…
I see you people-watching and I know you see me. But you prefer pretending that you don’t see me, so I respect your wish to not want me to see that you’ve seen me. My sight focuses somewhere else for distraction, but my gaze again seeks and finds your gaze. And I see you, and…
Pensive, he looked away as if trying to find the words that, maybe in his mind, would not offend me. His shoulder touched his chin for a second before he said, “I mean, I just don’t get it. What’s the point?” “Of writing?” “Yeah, I mean, writing, blogging…poetry — who’s reading this and what’s the…
“Are those blue suede shoes?” you asked. “Are you color blind?” I replied, “And, that’s blue suede STILETTOS for ya.” “Smart mouth, I see.” “And you’re quite the observer.” “It just made me think of that Elvis’ song, and since I’m a fan…” “Well, you can drink my liquor, but don’t you step on my…
¿Que si me gusta la lluvia, dices? Me llena de alegría. Es lo único que me hace levantar de mi tumba para escribirte alguna carta o, qué sé yo, alguna poesía. Pero cómo llovía cuando te ibas, que ironía. Siempre presente la lluvia en los momentos de despedidas. Y ahora cuando cae sólo me recuerda…
Big part of my upbringing taught me how to be submissive. Didn’t teach me to stand up, I had to learn it. I learned to speak up to get what I wanted. A painfully shy life form, I could never do enough to fit the norm. “Be quiet!” they’d tell me. “Kids don’t have a…
From someone who’s been there and done that: if you wanna go far away where nobody knows your name, it’s only you in your way. Do it, don’t be afraid. You’ll have moments of utmost happiness and moments of loneliness. It could be a good thing while you reconnect with yourself. You learn new ways…