It's been 6 years since you've been gone yet the pain still feels like it happened today Which I guess is strange coz they say "Time heals all wounds" Yet as I write this down there's bloody prints on the keyboard Maybe because I can't stop cutting myself open Because the pain is the only… Continue reading Poem: Can’t Move On
Hello fellow bloggers, readers:This isn't a feel good post--one which ventures out in search of likes and new followers. It's a reality post--the kind some will stop reading because it offers to shed a light onto something they've pushed to the dark. In this post, I'd like to revisit a topic that I've previously written… Continue reading Not Ready to Die
The clock ticks away years like the beat of my heart You’re still in my tears I wear your name like a scar Wishing you were here as I look upon a million stars I awake into a nightmare everyday I’m not in your arms We’re all home now but you are nowhere to be… Continue reading Poem: The Heartbeat of Years
As a few of you know, for the past 10 days I’ve been on a trip in California. It’s definitely been one of the most adventurous trips I’ve been on—driving from Laguna to San Francisco to Eureka, then hiking all over northern Cali and staying in a camper... it has been a very loving, happy,… Continue reading Saying Goodbye and Signing Off
Warning: Profanity, anger, and realness in this post. If those are things you can’t handle, then move along. Actually, as I write this, I’m on a plane headed for Laguna Niguel CA, so I MAY tone it down a little. Before I say what I have to say, please know that I’m generally a nice… Continue reading Let X R.I.P.
Katie always swore to John that'd she'd love him to death...
Learning to Fly Dressed in a black suit and black loafers, Sebastian Keller sat alone on a wooden bench at the end of a hiking trail in The Great Smoky Mountains, watching birds fly as the sun set. Sebastian had always wanted to fly like the birds. He always swore that one day, it’d happen.… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Learning to Fly
There isn't a love on this Earth that even comes close in comparison to that of a grandmother's.
Life is so fragile, so fleeting. Every breath has the potential to be our last. Did I Live? How many days did I waste as I too withered away? I see all the missed opportunities flashing before me like a flip-book. I see all the times I was too afraid to jump because of the… Continue reading If I Die Before I Wake