There’s a golden light inside of her begging on its hands and knees. Let me shine. Let me out. I want to shine, it pleads. The luminescent being sits inside of an immeasurable abyss, trapped, like a turtle in a box. Some days the lights radiance is enough but other days, the light drowns in … Continue reading the light
She opened the creaky door to her heart. There are patches on the roof, stitches holding torn pieces together. The garden of roses is begging for a torrential downpour and the shades of scarlet petals are fading to a deep taupe. The drought was the very worst. Her heart is grey but it still beats; … Continue reading Broken-hearted Abode
you told me I was your sunset because I laughed in shades of lilac and magenta and my smile held specks of stolen sunlight the scent of mahogany teakwood cologne whispered comfort, filled my lungs, and pulled me in a warm embrace we danced on the green grass blades as we watched the … Continue reading a modern love story
it was autumn. the sun rose earlier than normal, enveloping the world with light once again. those iridescent rays touched the hidden parts of those leaves and brought them to life once again. the mornings were so cold. brisk and bleak. the light from the sun was still touching those leaves but oh, how lonely … Continue reading autumn
dear silence, i hear you screaming for me to notice and i do i notice you i used to fear you especially in solitude there were no interruptions to drown out the negative voices there were no distractions to numb the pain maybe i was afraid when you weren’t there, that my demons … Continue reading a letter to silence
My soul is longing for something more. I can't quite put my finger on exactly what it is, I just know it's more. I feel like the universe is trying to tell me, "this isn't who you are supposed to be forever. You are called to do something more, to be something more, to feel … Continue reading More.
it shows in the way you sing love songs with your eyes closed at a red light, clenched fists beating on the steering wheel, gasping for air when the lyric is over it shows in the poetry that you read, how you underline the parts that touch your heart, how you feel that sense of … Continue reading Evidence