Cursive Language

Language speaks in cursive, Words create its rhythm. Like the swift pace of a pencils trace as it twists and turns leading following eyes, blazing a trail entranced by lead’s elegance. As does the slip of a tongue to a lip as to hypnotize the ear. Eagerly listening for those lyrical notes to wake theContinue reading “Cursive Language”

Be My Valentine.

Today’s the day. Today we are telling you, to tell them, you love them. TODAY. There is no other day better fit than this day. Show how much you care. Go out and buy something for the person you love. Today, Valentine’s Day. *** We think a card will do. No, ya know what, getContinue reading “Be My Valentine.”

I deleted Facebook. Finally.

I deleted Facebook and it’s…. relieving.  If I could put it in Marie Kondo terms, “That shit sparked some damn joy!!” And I know, I’m late to the game but guys, it’s really nice having that soapbox news feed behind me. What is it with Facebook?? I’ve been growing tired of the whole FB mentalityContinue reading “I deleted Facebook. Finally.”

Blocked out.

I’m experiencing writers block and it’s maddening. It’s a first for me and it’s not just affecting my writing it’s my creativity altogether. For myself, expressing my thoughts through art is honestly the most productive and meaningful method of stress relief and self-expression. I hone in on creative-writing because it allows me to voice myContinue reading “Blocked out.”

A Mother’s Intuition

It’s quiet. A little too quiet. Bath time is lurking around the corner. Im bent over the tub testing the water temperature. … “AND SHE STARTS THE CLIMB!” I turn with a jerk!! “What the fu.. my thoughts abruptly interrupted. …-“SHE’S GOT NO FEAR, ALMOST THREE SHELVES UP NOW.”- A voice. Loud. Blasts through myContinue reading “A Mother’s Intuition”

Departure at Dawn.

She Ran. She ran because she hurt. The love for herself acquired through his flirt. For years, a lifetime, he took the lead. Every compliment he muttered, he’d cut a deeper wound to bleed. Never did her role as wife give reason for this toxic vice. Belittled a dreamers unwavering hope a ring on herContinue reading “Departure at Dawn.”

A Poppy Seed. (Deconstructing my faith)

Don’t do it for them. Sharing your life, your words. If they prove to not appreciate your value stop giving it to them. Find yourself without them. Find your worth your way, without their input, their likes, fake comments. Cutting eyes and sharp smiles mask their scowling judgement, riddled with their own insecurities and nowContinue reading “A Poppy Seed. (Deconstructing my faith)”

Frequencies

Frequencies: It’s my entire life in the scope of a foggy meadow and in the most random moments the sun shoots out of the clouds creating a waterfall of overwhelming warmth, a clarity. And over my body it pours and it pulsates throughout my veins. That warmth in these moments, it’s pure happiness. So sporadicContinue reading “Frequencies”