We were at the beach together yesterday, your golden brown hair blowing wildly in the wind. Your smile was grand, wide and toothy as you closed your eyes, feeling the wind in your hair. I loved how happy you were I almsot forgot about the breathing machine attached to your nose.

The way your chest fell to deep and your breathing was too strained for someone so young. I loved your happiness, the...

I’m not going to full on complain

I’m aware you can’t have sunshine without a little rain

But the memories linger in my brain

It’s time to let it out by writing down my pain

My childhood is a blur of mostly bad

Yet somehow I grew up thinking it was great, everything I had,

For years I watched you raise me and my brother on your own,

I watched you get abused,

I watched you cry alone

But you weren...

A home is not a home,unless it has memories of love.The smell of the turkey cooking in the oven on Thanksgiving. Decorating the Christmas tree with colorful lights with my family. Ho ,ho, ho, my father always dressed as Santa. Grandpa playing the accordion, while , my baby brother scuffles with the gifts under the tree. Mom always wanting to add more wood to the fireplace Coming home to see my p...

Ever since I was young I was rarely, if ever shown any love.

Born a forgotten angel born from under thee above,

I’ve lived in plenty of houses, yet I’ve always felt alone,

With a heart as cold as ice and a soul that’s made of stone,

Always hate and neglect is all I was ever shown,

By family, friends and loneliness they are the only things I’ve only ever known,

Thousands of voices ring through my ...

As time comes and goes

People change and grow

We all move on and grow up

Sometime those the closest to us feel the farthest away

We wonder where time has gone

And wonder why we still come over

We celebrate the holiday then go our seprate ways

The key they’d given me still fit the lock,

but the house no longer felt like home...

The key they’d given me still fit the lock,

but the house no longer felt like home.

The familiar photos still hung on the wall,

But I feel so completely alone.

It’s been eight months since you left,

Not that you had the choice.

But you left me here by myself dammit,

& I really need to hear your voice.

This house is my house, but no…

it’s not a home.

Because you should be here,

Not under a head...

Imagine gold that

Flowed like

Velvet

Melted-down, satin

Smooth-drip

Tune

Strung sing-song

Tethered along

Fabric of a resonant

Heaven sent

Envelope with

Writing that

Is tattered for

The paper bent.

What do we wish for?

A diamond-plated door

Porcelain in accessory

Marble on the floor?

Does it matter when

The path we walk

Carved itself

In how grass grows?

Does the richness of our l...

I was 14

My dad was cheating

My mother was just a girl

The day felt different

Two of my aunts ||: fathers side :||

Came to my home, yelled at me

Came to my room, then assaulted me; left with my father

When two of my cousins heard

Went to pick me and my mother up

Their house was my house for a week

Then back at my place, replaced the locks

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house n...

This was my home once. Now, all I see is four walls and a roof.

I walk upon the floors stained by footprints of varying sizes.

This is the place I was born, the place I grew into the woman I am.

Nobody's home. Every room is bare. This house is empty.

Everyone has left; some to explore this world, others the next.

I am alone here, in this place I once belonged.

I ...

The key fits the lock, but it no longer feels

like the place where I dreamed, where I healed, where I kneeled.

Walls once familiar now distant and cold,

where memories gather, untended and old.

The door swings wide to a hollow sound,

echoes of laughter no longer around.

I step inside, but the warmth is gone,

the light dimmed low, the colors withdrawn.

Footsteps fall where love used to live,

but ...