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This is migration to love, to God, to self.

  • Bower

    I collect the smallest pieces of you, those you are willing to share. Piece by piece I feel whole. Accepting bread crumbs as enough.The chips of wood you shed flame a fire inside of me that no one can dout. Dead leaves seem to come alive and form a garden I like to water, and call my Continue reading

  • Strait to Victoria

    “You cannot discover new oceans unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore” -Andre Gide I sail to sea. A trip with uncertainty for an anchor. It’s no wonder anchors symbolize peace. Skepticism sometimes brings silence, so I head for unknown waters. How do I fear the fog when I want to Continue reading

  • Passenger

    My hands barely touched the steering wheel, half wanting it to steer itself. Head against the headrest, lost eyes. Driving purposeless in the middle of the night was not how I pictured my day ending. Yet there I was. With a knot of unspoken words gripping my neck. Without a purpose, but in search for one. Searching Continue reading

  • Hate I Don’t Have

    I hate how you make me feel. The way my heart almost pierces itself trying not to feel. It knows. I hate how everything depends on you. When we touch, when we don’t, when we kiss, when you leave and when I stay. I hate the dry taste in my mouth as those opened messages Continue reading

  • Malfoi

    Let my faith be blind. I begged. I begged as I looked around, seeing everything fall apart. I watched a vase shatter in slow motion. Trying to keep track of where pieces landed, losing much, and focusing on the ones easiest to find. I jumped off the boat, scared of unknown destinations. When the path Continue reading

  • Hero

    A white flag between us, untouched and unclaimed. In between gunfire I hear your echos, labeling me unworthy. Perhaps because I did not see the value in you, after all, you were free. Instead I took all I could of you, not considering you might waste away. Simultaneously, I underestimated you. I saw a battle Continue reading

  • Alla Prima

    The sign should have read “Don’t Touch.” But I wouldn’t have listened. My soul knew you, but to my eyes, you were a stranger. So when it seemed like I’d never meet you, life drew you. The grays weren’t so gray. The blues? Not so blue. You blew me away. An unexpected wind relocating a Continue reading

  • Tipsy Post #1 (E)

    I listened to Ernest Hemmingway’s words and took a different route tonight. Wrote drunk and skipped the sober edit. Read at your own risk (might suck). Punctuation and revisions are out the window so read for content. Oh and BTW I should have probably chosen music other than 6lack, the Weeknd and Tank for this. Continue reading

  • Polaris

    The crease between his forearm and his bicep formed a drop of sweat. It slowly trickled around his arm and parted ways when it reached his elbow, as it touched the seams of his beige patio swing. Her neck, cradled in his arms radiated a warmth he almost lusted for, even in the hot humid Continue reading

  • Polyphonic

    I stood singing two songs as one. Between do and don’t. Knowing the lyrics but unable to remember how I learned them. It felt like a part of history someone destroyed but revivified through memory. Somehow like an echo bouncing between two mountains, infinitely, leaving no room for words unsaid. Thunder roared through tilled plains, Continue reading