Without A Regret

The sunrising is myself taking my first morning breath. A deep inhale and slow exhale, I watch it move from the east to the west. It moves so slowly throughout the day, but in the final moment of the sunset- you can’t even bat an eye. Darkness falls quicker than expected. The stars gleam across […]

The light of the night

Her, entrapped in the tower. Him, out at sea. The light was her burning love- the sail to pull him in. Waves building while night was falling, Her heart was his home. Long mermaid hair and emerald eyes, longing to have his body to hold. The first glimpse of his ship, she aborts the tower. […]

A Breather.

They say we age like fine wine, is that because humans tend to become bottled up? And how we need a moment to breathe, to become the best we can be? Isn’t it funny how the wine bottle empties all it has inside to portray the very best version of itself. To appeal and appease […]

Dirty pockets.

Tile floors and coffee bitter, This whole world is seeming to wither. Bare bones we won’t expose. Darkness we want to hide. Water tainted in our mitten, Politicians lining their pockets with this crisis. It’s a shame we can’t just unite. Another article will be released, the whole world still acts surprised. Money and greed […]

Somber.

My depression is called the Four Seasons Resort. A room for one? Yes. Anxiety is my weighted blanket, tear stained pillows tell how the night went. My body held captive by the mattress, No strength to to sit up. The sun rose, yet there I still wept. Laying there, sinking. Tip of my head to […]

Reliving

This Saturday Night begins, with me alone. Wine bottle in hand, halfway under the hot water of my tub. Half bent knees with my feet dancing around the faucet, candle light flickering and blues playing. Moody. The music brings me back, the bottle pressed upon my lips, my eyes staring into the walls of the […]

Sunrise Doors.

We awake to create. It’s the first breath thats a sign of being alive. Just me in the mirror, Exposed. It’s the scar below my eyebrow that i’ve grown to love. It tells a story, very few know. I have green eyes that no one seems to write about, Blue and Brown are all they […]

XX

Woman. Her, she, lady, girl- a female. Either assigned by birth or identifies. It’s just something about that passion behind those eyes. Strong, brave, ambitious, and educated. In the 1960’s the start of becoming liberated. Here we are, past the start. Shaking gender roles, We’re showing up at the poles. Her voice is powerful, breaking […]