Written 10/20/20 at 9:13pm

Time and time again, I plead to my heart,
Wishing it wasn’t the dramatic bitter end.
Nothing left amongst the broken foundation
To ever make real amends.
Once the bond of trust was shattered for us,
It all became more reminiscent of a musty old college T-shirt
With remnants of a scent now missed,
Only special enough to be remembered by us.

I was pissed upon the initial realization of it all!
The resounding feeling of how small it truly made me feel.
The harshness of what I’d endured thinking that I could just love it all away,
Or, at least, back to the false sense of normality from the beginning.
Despite this, never once going astray from what I felt love truly should be.
Maybe it was me. …

Written 9/16/20 at 10:23am

I adored the chill of the cool, crisp air

As it lightly wafted through my reddish-brown hair.

Aromatic pumpkin spice and warm pudding bowls of white rice.

Fresh ground coffee beans sting my nostrils.

A toasty kitchen, by means of a heated oven.

I remember

The revered women of my family bustling around

As if running a secret coven.

Ingredients littered the countertops.

It was heavenly to me.

Where my memories wildly roam free,

And sometimes get the best of me.

Lost…

The apple trees outside of the window,

Inspire the reminiscent crescendos of

My name being called. …

Written 8/7/2020 Before Labor Day

-Today was another day that could count as one of the worst days of my life.-

Barely floating with my head above the surface

Of dark yet calm waters, I ponder

What the warmer oceans may feel like.

With romantic impulses instead of anxious fright.

Ones that aren’t barren and frozen over.

I lost my best friend today along with

More than I could ever imagine.

It’s such a tragic time of today for all.

I write to document the webbed array

Of chaotic madness

And the escapable sadness

That lingers as a result.

I’m alone but it took until now for…

Written 5/24/2019 at about 4:34am

I can’t sleep.

The pain I feel is so real.

Fathoms deep.

True feelings emerge

In the darkest hours.

Time to purge.

To create something…

Written 10/6/2020 at 6:32pm

Once upon a time in Peru,

There was a poor little girl named Kazoo!

And, every day off to school, she wore dusty brown shoes.

And…

Written 6/4/2020, at 3:34 am

Broken yet encouraged,

Unappalled by the mere disturbance.

False reflections turned to the reformation of self

Requires the bravery to initiate a courageous change.

Excuse…

Written 7/31/20 7:41pm

Change is inevitable and what

Can be considered to be the only

Identifiable constant.

Whether it’s good or bad,

Or if you’re ready or not.

Everything can…

Written 6/26/20 1:20am

The emptiness of loneliness

Is nearly unbearable.

It makes one wish and crave for

Older habits and people that

Are no good.

Drinking drowns the sorrows of…