‎Scenes From a Memory ‬

An orange teapot on a rusty stove, A lazy curtain flowing in the breeze. Books running back and forth on the shelves, A couch you can fall asleep on with ease. An electric… Continue reading

#HeSaid

Cotton candy and freckles; Dragons and dragonflies. Lace and peace sign buckles; Kisses, whispers and sighs. Electric guitars and harps; Black and white and blue. Shallow and deep waters, Midnights and morning hues.… Continue reading

Amen. Amen.

One more hour, one more day,  One more night among this toxic waste.  One more death, one more loss,  One more epiphany to come across? Is there hope? Is there none?  Is there… Continue reading

White and dark

Part of you was white  And part of you was dark.  You try with all your might  To give that dark a spark. You do what you think is right,  And you hide… Continue reading

So be it

‪#‎100DaysOfWriting‬ – Day 43 “What a cold, cold heart.” You looked at me,  Silently,  And that’s all that I could see. An aloof, perhaps fearful glance.  The suicide of anything that resembles a chance … Continue reading

A facet of writing

It all depends On how well you pretend To utter nothing but truth with your words. How to make them believe What is difficult to conceive Is the truest that they have ever… Continue reading

‪#‎100DaysOfWriting‬ – Day 23

Spoken words are powerful. They are a force to be reckoned with, and their impacts echo endlessly. I remember things doctor’s casually told me years and years ago, and I still live by… Continue reading

Making sense of chaos

The human race is growing exponentially and, with it, so is chaos. Masses cause chaos by nature and, with chaos, comes noise, toxicity and death, thus manifesting the core of this species’ darkness.… Continue reading

Not all that is quiet is quiet

Not all that is quiet is quiet. Silence is not always a sign of peace. It almost never is. Silence is symbolic to so much more and to so much loudness that it… Continue reading

Wounds of the soul

They say that a person with a history of physical abuse exudes their painful experiences through their body language. They duck as a reflex reaction if you extend your hand for a handshake… Continue reading