I love you. I love you so much I love you, i wish i could be able to feel you again. Hear your voice stand on my porch and hear your call. Yesterday, you would’ve been 83 what a young age that is !! Never passing 40! You’re so young lol I wish i could […]Read More Hey grandpa!
A wicked lie coming from a someone I’d never expect Who would’ve known they would be the cause of this wreck Their whole existence is a horrid thing Since their inner hate cut off each and every wing Their lies got them here, there’s no doubt about that Maybe a daughter will arise, then the […]Read More I love you ( he wouldn’t)
Words could never, ever be good enough to describe the love I have for you. They’re too small, and to me, quite frankly not good enough. Perhaps a rub or a tickle or even wet small kisses that are planted on the surface of your pores, here and there to express my appreciation towards thee. […]Read More Patience is the hardest virtue there is.
I woke up with a knot in my abdomen, A cloud sunken in a grey filled river With the reflection of my past. I spoke but nothing filled my tongue with any sound, Silence would be the epitome of an understatement. Yet deep down, I felt a ray of light that I know I’m supposed […]Read More
Reassurance is my humbling request. Humbling. Ha! Isn’t that “facetious” ? I often wonder, where do we, as people go wrong, when it’s “love” from all different kinds of angles that we all gravitate towards? Love isn’t as precious as most of us would make it seem. Love has so many forms now, most of […]Read More Giving is taking, and taking is giving. Where are you ?
What are you passionate about? 14 days into 2018 and I’m randomly reflecting on how I got to where I’m at now. I’ve realized that a lot of my motivation was born from boredom, necessity, and a need for change. The people that I started with weren’t the people I wanted to end up with. […]Read More Can I Call Myself A Writer Yet?
There’s been a curiosity inside of myself that I have yet discovered a way to tame, and I’m always getting myself into trouble. It’s like I’m reaching for something that’s only representing itself as a dream, I fear that once I grab it, it’ll disappear right through my fingertips. Sometimes I wish I never….stop. Anything […]Read More Are some, or all imaginations real ? Journal entry (3:56 am)
Sometimes i wonder, what was wrong with me growing up ? From making up really weird sandwiches with anything i seen just to have flavors blow up in my mouth, to walking down to the local port to relax my mind to the waters that swayed back and forth instead of consistently smoking cannabis every […]Read More Self construction never ends it only alters
Everyone or at least everyone knows their passions. I however feel mine. It’s all too real. All too scary and all too perfect. It gives me a reason to believe that there’s good in the world, because of what I feel. I mean we’re all only human right ? So i know what I’m speaking […]Read More The sound
Regular days i don’t fret over most things, yet every beginning of the month, it is the time to unwind, unload, and pour out your soul, your heart, most importantly your mind. Perhaps i take things too hard, perhaps i think a little too much. Perhaps…. Indeed. Yet how is one not to when you’re […]Read More Monthly blood thoughts that are overburdened