I feel like it’s been so long since I had a moment to sit and write a little. Life got complicated towards the end of the year and well, it was all a little hard to juggle together. It’s not like I gave up on writing or ever wanted to stop but I came to … More In a Nutshell
When the night is still the baby wakes, Fulfilling dreams with sleep she takes, My worrisome heart trembles and quakes, But my legs stand strong for her. Uprooted from the world I’ve known, Bruised and scarred and yet not alone, Fighting for them and everything shown, My dreams are just within reach. A life that’s … More For Them
More telling than the gossip and more terrifying than the truth, is you. For what else have I done than hide from you and your twisted ways and here you stand again at my door, Fear? You have no business here, nothing unfinished nor started, and yet you are beckoning at my door for me. … More Hours Too Late
My jaw hit the floor And before I could say a thing My heart screamed no more Now here I am pouring my soul Trying to regain control This life I lead finds a way To turn every single day Into a horrible mess And I can’t think what’s best To do anymore So let’s … More Anymore
You try to smile as you head to work, keeping in mind the next day is your day off and you “only have to make it through 12 hours.” You try to think of all the ways that things could go right, the things that could work in your favor. You try to listen to … More Failure At it’s Finest
Little Bird The winter has Startled You away from me. I wait For you to return to My porch feeder Where Your desired nectar is. Little bird, Humming Bird I need you here As I sit on the swing Wrapped In warm cotton sheets.
I haven’t picked up a pencil in what seems like years. I seem to remember that I was good at it and that I found great solace in picking up a pencil and creating what was in my mind; anything that struck my fancy. When I was younger I wasn’t worried about my style or … More The Block
Gabriel clenched his teeth feeling the enamel slide. He took a deep breath, relaxed his jaw, and seethed. “You have two choices,” he said, “you can leave on your feet or on a gurney.” Taken aback by his anger, Vanessa felt her lower lip starting to quiver. Gabriel had never spoken to her in … More Untitled (Writers Block)