She said I’m still her favorite part of Sunday’s. As if she has fond memories of me like flowers kissed by Summer rain. Do you miss the way I put words together during my favorite day? Look how far we’ve come… it be an insult to ask us to be the same. You’ve always been…
Tag: Poems
Summer in February
No Google alerts, we only talk on birthdays. I was there for your worse days. You just recycled my feelings as if we met on Earth day. I use to get text letting me know you made it home safe. When you blow out the candles now do you still think of me? Best of…
Water Based
All these beautiful rolled up dollar bills. We need bigger currency for this expensive view. We getting so much older now. Sooner or later the world is going to stop accepting we don’t know what to do. They want us to grow up like everyone else before us did. Put crowns on the kids We…
Fake spirituality is just as dangerous as the devil. Hope you are just not running from the darkness but also trying to seek light. Hard body Hard body Hard headed. Hard spirited. Hard energy shift against whatever I believe in. So very badly I wanted to believe in you. Instead you chose to believe in…
2020: The Foundation
NONE of this is real. All of it will fade. We are all nothing. We all want to mean something. We all want to become something. We all want to be considered special to someone. Yet here we are… Yet here we are all full of insecurities and doubts. Standing in rooms full of thoughts…
Magic Moments
Magic is more science than anything else. If you are friends with someone for 7 years you are likely to be friends for life. Scientifically speaking of course. We all want to fall in love and start a family with our best friend. Have holidays and go on vacations with our best friends and their…
Fall Memoirs
I don’t want to end up being two people who believe in love but no longer believe in each other. I’ve seen it happen far too often… Someone who was on the road to helping you achieve inner peace traveled for too long and is now your enemy. If a blessing doesn’t mature. Then it…
Burning Man 2019: Postcards and Love letters from the Playa
This is more so art than it is anything else. Thank you for staring at pieces of my soul that I creatively put into words. Dear Person who on the daily basis might be as lost as I am. Who may be complicated in numerous ways but has figured out to find who they really…
Most Nights
They use to call me J-Bird. Now only my mom call me that every once in awhile. I don’t really like the energy associated with it anymore. Flashbacks of small sounds of just a simple click that would get you in a mode. Nothing is safe and if we die here let my sister know…
