What if?

Nothing ruins a perfectly good day like "what if?". What if...? What if...? What if today, I didn't let it? What if today, I tried to take a deep breath instead of reacting? What if today, I remember how much power my thoughts truly have and choose accordingly? What if I'm a radio, and my... Continue Reading →

On Gods and Grandma’s

Some days, we're ruled by the head, and some days, it's all the heart. Other days, though, I think there's some special place where the two dance together. It only happens when I a) don't try to make it happen, and b) don't think about it. It's like Fight Club, except you sound crazier than... Continue Reading →

The overwatered avocado

Like a raindrop will never strike the same spot twice, I pray that no matter how I think or perceive it, I am changing. Like water can eventually wear away a stone, I pray I can find who I really am behind how I think or how I perceive. Like love can be a cool... Continue Reading →

I can live with my eyes shut!

An engine not turning failure's synonymous with learning There's something inside Tongues behind teeth hide and a rhyme can disguise all the right kinds of anguish How does it come out? Why can't I shout? Dr. Seuss crackhead, stop trying An engine won't turn It's frozen in doubt hide the truth behind what's easy a... Continue Reading →

Define the Line

I found a world that wasn’t there Tho it seemed so real to me I saw words that didn’t exist Yet I saw it with my own eyes I had a home that wasn’t mine Tho I swore it at the time I found a door that wasn’t a door More like the guillotine of... Continue Reading →

…? ;_;

Life is a series of periods - ellipses and endings Feel so caught in a state where I perpetually wait hoping what once was a declarative becomes inquisitive an affirmative negation blossoms to supplication where once was the end, a comma ammeds A semi colon addendum, a sentient heart uniting this sentence of grammatical farce

The Joy of Unbecoming

When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last   Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask   The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →

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