One snip of a thorn, and the world is righted again.

One less weapon to hurt its creatures

One wall downed for this beautiful rose

Who thinks the world wants to hurt her

Digging my finger tips through the soil

I find it embraces them

As if they were returning from a journey

A long way from home

It gifts me with the fruits of its roots

Potatoes, carrots, onions

Offering strength for my next jou...

With Halloween on the horizon, the people on my block have begun to decorate their houses. Red’s, purples, and orange’s lit up the street and cobwebs lined the asphalt beneath my feet.

The air was crisp and fresh, just how I liked it. I always feel that it was clearing the summer’s damp warmth from my lungs. I tend to take more walks during this season, just to get my blood pumping before the wi...

Those eyes,

Those lovely, piercing eyes

Steely blue and a kind brown

Showing their duality with just one leveled glance

Oh, God I’ve missed those eyes

How they would look at me so kindly

Never demanding more than I could give.

Never asking for more than I was worth.

And their voice,

So warm, and wide

Stealing the room’s air with a single sentence.

It’s aged a bit now, sits firmer in their ...

The weeping willow shades your tears,

Why do they fall so heavily?

Why do your heaves drown out the sighs of the leaves above you?

Who hurt you, lonely stranger?

The willow drinks your tears in solidarity; it seems her words aren’t reaching you.

So she turns to taking in your sadness through her roots, turning sorrow to sustenance

See, the willow is not a solitary tree.

She may weep, but she...

When all of the world has turned its back on me

Who is left to trust?

My tongue was held for far too long, but what I unleashed turned everyone’s eyes from me

No one will meet mine anymore

It’s a lonely world with the truth as your only companion

While it holds its many tongues,

It bites at my skin as a substitute for telling

One day I may bite back.

We are one in the same,

Many truths are hel...

In the kitchen, I craft love in my hands

I simmer storylines of flavors and spices

The character of the food develops in my pots and pans, and always ends on your tastebuds.

The journey of sustenance is one I will always follow with a fire in my eyes

Though I know the ending like I know what follows a breath.

That may be written in stone, but the way that a person lights up when they take thei...

Passing hellos

Loud clicking heels and expensive perfumes

Laughs ringing out from high up windows

Story’s that contain stories within their worn down walls

The streetlights glow a warm yellow against the concrete

It makes the night seem inviting, beckoning me to walk within its own cool rays

Their light splashes my skin better than any sun

And though they do block the stars, their brilliance ...

It’s over

Finally done with

No more stale hellos

No more shrinking myself for the sake of your largeness

No more blinding light from your bright ideas

I have ideas too

And they are bigger than your voice will ever be

Brighter than the light of a thousand suns

I have dreams, you see

Dreams that cradle me at night better than your arms

Wants that fit on my tongue finer than your name

Or your want...

If the world ran on nothing but magic and rule bending, it would be no world that I would want to live in. The rules of life keep me company when all else has left me. What goes up must come down and all of that.

But today? Something went up and never touched the ground again.

On my way home, I would always pass this old decrepit restaurant that somehow had its lights still on; and the tales t...

Tick, tock, tick…

Another year’s come and gone as so many have before it

Time heeds nothing but her own ticking pace

But still I plead for her to slow down

Just for a second

Let this old age rest for a little while longer

Before the new one takes its place

Tick, tock, tick…

Each second washes over me as a wave drenching the shore line

But all I want is to be dry

My bones are so tired already ...