My Story Still Continues…

I published my first book back in November. I emptied everything I struggled with into it and then sent it off to the world. My friend asks me why I haven't been promoting it and I told her the truth, even though it was kind of silly. The truth is that I'm a teeny bit... Continue Reading →

Down

i write this now as my brain swishes beneathe by crown as my vision sways with the teetering room i miss you now i missed you then and i'll probably miss you when my mind comes back again because there's no amount of booze that could get rid of you or your laughter or your... Continue Reading →

I Believed She’d Always Be

I Believed She’d Always Be youthfully drowsy, I believed she'd always be but I felt it, the fragility, the fatigue the trauma racking mentally, frequently allowed for it to creep silently, to fester to make her air thick and her words slick still, I couldn't fathom such a stealthy killer such an intimate thriller for... Continue Reading →

The Last Mile

she was anxious, excited upset that she had to come, that the drive had taken longer, that the sun was shining brighter as if it were the proper time to climb from the four seater with a beautiful face turned dreadful and grim, with limbs and whims to struggle composure, reluctantly entering a room lit... Continue Reading →

You Are Not Alone…

  there are things I wish I would've done and things I once wished I could change. I made some mistakes along the pubilshing process that almost made me faint   however   one day, I will be able to look back on this and smile, not cringe because I plunged into that icy surface... Continue Reading →

Healing

The sky turned inside out, The sun shook the ground And the elements grated on me Even as I sleep, And I hope you can see me Idling a hundred floors down, What else can you see From that high? I can cope knowing this Joke was just taken too Seriously, you're up in a... Continue Reading →

I’m Sorry We Failed You

I thought your good days were just as divine as mine, that you're bad days were never anything that couldn't be scrubbed off. I thought there were video game nights with way too much soda and passive days that allowed you to recuperate. I thought your daughter's voice would be your escape, And your tether... Continue Reading →

JE1

He was waiting for me on the balcony yesterday morning. He smiled awkwardly and I said, "Oh, that's right. Your bag." I went back inside, struggled with a black duffle bag and brought it out for my neighbor. He didn't need me to hold onto the bag anymore. I didn't ask why. He nodded, then... Continue Reading →

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