Our Story (A Brief Explaination of Forever)

Perspiration glued my shirt to my skin
on that thursday afternoon, my hands
tired from carrying boxes from room
to room, the last of their strength just
enough to write their gratitude towards you.

You had not remembered me – at first.
I was a few breaths away from taking
my last, when the hope that radiated
from a single text brought me back to
the present.

It was that day, i learned what it really felt like to hold a conversation with one radiating equal interest, shown in their thumbs growing sore, and the smiles through the screens.

It wasn’t long before text turned to call turned to video, turned to the moment our hearts pounded beneath a ribcage aching to break free and connect what it did not know it was missing.

The day we met in person for the first
time in years, was the first time i felt
electricity dripping from the fingertips that touched me.

The first time i felt what I’d never known to be passionate; intimacy I’d only ever read about in the books I always escaped to. It was only the beginning, and the first of many promises.

And now I ask for the promise of forever from you, because I never want to lose the one that showed me the way it’s supposed to be; That showed me the freedom that comes
with the security of falling so deeply in love with someone that feels the same.

Check out my new book Penny Poetry, now available on Amazon!

Introducing…Penny Poetry!!

Oops I did it again! I’ve published another book, available in print and on Amazon Kindle!
Admittedly, I had many complications when creating the kindle version, so if you’re going for looks, print is definitely the way to go. Besides, who doesn’t love a good paperback in their hands?
But if you’re more into the digital, content is what matters kind of thing, grab yourself a copy of this ebook.
penny poetry

Anxiety’s Perspective

Have you ever missed the sun
while it was still beating down on you?
The anticipation of it no longer being there,
despite the droplet of sweat running down your cheek
from its kisses on your forehead?
Have you ever longed for the nightfall you fear
at every day’s end, not quite sure
of the monsters awaiting you under the next silver moon,
but not wanting to be left to wonder?
Have you ever shuddered to what was not yet confirmed
to be reality by any means other than your own mind?
It is a peculiar feeling,
being lost in a perception of vulnerability and irrationality,
stuck in a constant state of questioning and confusion.
You find yourself spending more time being afraid
of what could-be,
instead of observing what actually is.

Check out my new book Penny Poetry, now available on Amazon!

Loved Free

Charlotte was a free spirit.
She ran with her arms spread wide,
embracing the kiss of wind through her fingertips,
and stealing the breath from the trees
with every step pressed into the mud.
Her print turned to concrete
in the minds of the animals that followed her path.
Nature welcomed her the same
as the dandelions growing in an open field,
becoming the only one that understood
what a soul such as hers desired.

Check out my new book, Penny Poetry, now available on Amazon!

Memories of My Own

Time passes through our fingertips,
rising and curling between the blinds
in the hours falling with the rain.
I inhale the scent of a wet lawn and
memories collecting on windowpanes,
keeping the image of forever alive in my mind,
knowing of the multitude of moments
that make up a single cloud,
and that my palms will never reach,
but believe in the flowers growing
from the drops that water them,
sprouting a life that I can always tend to.

Now and Then

I’ve become a love letter for the person I used to be;
living in powdered walls, and loving a breeze
flowing into the room I’ve built.
I’ve sculpted an artist from discarded parts,
and painted a mural over family photos,
revolting against a system that shuns a creative mind.
I’ve escaped the lion’s den, and lived to tell a tale
to a little girl who’s only hope was an escape plan.