Rest easy la luna, Everything is under control, When your eyes have welled up, And your tears are just about to fall, Take courage and a few deep breaths, Mirror my emotions, though the world suppresses yours, Pause, while your silence speaks for you in ways that words could never, Not every thought needs finishing,…… Continue reading Rest Easy La Luna

Pushed to the curb,Dragged through the mud,Thrown under the bus,To be run over.Could it be fate?Could it be karma?Is it coincidence?Or just my luck?The heart of man.The thoughts that fuel.The memories that linger.The betrayal that stings!Hands clean,Heart pure,Mind clear,Conscience Clean.We live to tell the story,Our redemption,The overcoming,Truly becoming.

one day here and gone the next, but even this realization won’t stop me from overthinking, even through those long days, what I needed most was a curfew, to lock down and relax, a cup of milk and ice cube to chase it, a lazy chair in the front yard to make direct eye contact…… Continue reading 20 something and curfew

dangling in front of the possibility of life and limbo, with legs akimbo, nothing to offer, let this be a lesson, be like the billowing waters that roll, gliding in endless motion, cascading one over the other, for every rise and fall, for every gentle sway, there is a timeless dance, one that memories cannot…… Continue reading Billowing Waters

Through many years of darkened history, Times plagued by the reimagines of the human mind, Rewritten histories of blatant untruths, Yet to (re)conquer we must pay OUR dues? What’s ours is theirs, they said, what’s theirs is theirs, So we didn’t have it any other way, Get mugged with a smile on ya face, If…… Continue reading Centuries Past

Time seemed to slip through my fingers, With every waking moment, Time was but a fleeting guest, A sharp reminder that trying to take space was my best bet, Being as loud as possible in a crowded room, To be heard and not shut down, And when I come face-to-face with regret, Tensions will only…… Continue reading The Hourglass

Caught a case of the itis, With symptoms so severe, a rash here, a headache there, My mind reading like a corrupt file, There is no treatment, there is no cure, It’s just the kind of sickness that goes away by itself, Leaving behind a little hypochondria here and a little bed-ridden anxiety there, But…… Continue reading A Case of The Itis