“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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tried to put out a fire like a candle asking for water. Wondering if I made a mistake; afraid I followed a shadow. We scream the perfect duet but our voices aim to wound. Covering, creating shields with hands that ricochet the sounds instead. Stuffing our ears with beeswax, somehow thinking it’s enough. Shouting Continue reading

I stand frozen, with a fire burning inside. Unable to melt ice caps that build a hollowness of emotionless emotions. I see you. You’re screaming, as if trying to scare a bird from a burning tree. Trying to get it to understand. I see your lips moving, but there is no sound. Their breath coat Continue reading

The moon, alone, depending on one, giving off only what it receives. Keeping the world from the dark while the world keeps her in it. Father told of her, La Luna. Told of her tale. “La Luna te mira cuando no la estas mirando, pero cuando la miras, se esconde.”  The moon sees you when Continue reading