Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Before the realization of our mortality came into play, before panicking was a daily routine, life just wasn’t taken as seriously as kids. Everything was peaches. And upon the realization that we would one day die, you could either rebel in the streets or hide under your mother’s skirt, awaiting Read more
I. Slowly biting the corner of her lower lip Running her fingers through her long, brown hair She walked across the darkened hotel room Wearing nothing but the goosebumps and glistening beads of sweat covering every inch of her soft skin. The film of last night runs through her mind Read more
You stand still not knowing what to do. Waiting waiting waiting waiting For some type of sign, some Bat signal in the sky. Telling you to take a leap of faith through ghostly streets. Your shadow tries to beckon, get you to move an inch. But you just keep looking Read more
I break character through dynamic vocals and stray fingertips. The beach looks like me, sometimes: grainy, abundance of free speech, unintentionally waterlogged. But you, you live green: soiled, unrooted, an unexpected baptism in nature. Thirty times over. A clashing multiple of prints, seared and stained and loving, all working through the same tangles just to find what’s left in a woman. To find what’s left in a body.
I wish I was the one you search for so you would stop getting colder as you walk away so you say But I am not the woman of your dreams I am someone very special just not the special one. You build songs for those you’ve loved and forever Read more
A Simon and Garfunkel record plays in the background as the clock announces that it is past midnight. I am not tired at all. It must have been all that coffee I drank earlier or perhaps – like any other parent – I stay up late because this is only Read more
What are you waiting for? You, yes you. The one sitting there pondering the universe, your life and its relationship to it all, but doing nothing about it. What are you waiting for? Every day is a new day loaded with possibilities. Yet you set there, nose buried in a Read more
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them. -Virginia Woolf On January 16th, I will be celebrating another trip around the sun. I never dreamed I would pass over onto the other Read more