For me there is nothing quite like night When the black sky is open wide and the glowing moon lends just the right amount of light I stare up An out of this world sight Memories oh memories They flood my mind As a kid back at Grandma's in her lap I'd sit as she… Continue reading Poem: Lullabies at Grandma’s
This Red SeaA red sea of broken memories floods deep into all of me It seeps beneath this dam I've built This armor-like skin and wraps me in its current Its waves rise and crash mercilessly bombarding the shores of my sanity A raging tsunami through the streets of my home washing away debris and… Continue reading Poem: This Red Sea
Home is where the heart is. My home--my family--is my everything. Really, it's funny I say that, because anytime I decide to move, I purposely make the decision to stay living halfway across the US from where my family is. Honestly, I just think there's more I need to learn on my own, and that's… Continue reading Someone Take Me Home
Life is how it is, and there's no changing that. It comes, and it goes. Along with it, moments come, and moments pass. But these moments, they don't ever truly die--not so long as someone is there to remember them. Through this graveyard of memories is our only real way to access our past. And… Continue reading Nostalgia Pt. 2
I’m sorry I never called. It was all you wanted. A simple request that I kept putting off. I promise I was going to. But then one morning it was too late. I’d missed my chance. Cause there’s no phone to reach where you went.
Visit mine if you'd like--but depending upon which door you knock, I can't promise you'll leave.
There's so much history in these streets. Mama's good eats, Oh Wonder on repeat.
I'm down to my skin and bone, and my Mommy, she can't put down the phone, and stop asking how I'm doing all alone.