You say I collect people like I do my words, The ones that I need are simple words they roll off my tongue like ‘yes’ The ones I do not need are words found on legal documents, The tiny script that says “terms and conditions” that I glaze over just to sign. You say … More Dark Cocoa
My Mother said she knew my feet were meant for motion when I hit the ground, Like clouds, soft cotton buds on the earth, I glide She also said that she cringed with every step, The world would consume my light, she feared this would happen, Like clouds, soft cotton buds on the earth, I … More Dance
What hurts you? It’s the way you ask this as though it were a confessional, a moment between two souls, not people. So, I turn and smile and you shake your head then shrug your shoulders. “You always smile when you are angry, or when you want to break down and cry, why is that?” … More Pain
She walked to the door. Apartment 325B. Her mind was set on redemption. The brown door beckoned her knuckles. She knocked thrice and waited. She thought of time and what she would say. She raised her hand again as if to knock when she noticed the door-bell. She pressed it once. Feelings that come back … More Choose Me: Short story
I don’t know how to say “I’m sorry,” Don’t expect me to. Dip me in sugar, so you lick a coat so sweet before you taste my bitterness, But you already knew that, didn’t you? I don’t know how to roll up the words “I’m sorry” and let them unravel a history of hurt. I … More Sorry
I met a girl with summer in her hair. Sunshine Bright is what I’d call her if I dare. I met a girl with summer in her hair, and that was all I needed, better than fresh air.
Send me a River, won’t you? A slow, steady provision of water, for every tear I’ve shed, Replenish the salt with fresh pure water, Slow steady meandering around rocks, ferrying twigs, leaves, branches downstream. Send me a River, will you? To be the strength I need when you’re gone, To be the light I need … More Send Me a River