I long to paint a picture of her with my words, to sketch in the fair skin (one too many times baked brown by the fiery kisses of the Sun) her laughter it reminds me of warm soda bubbling over the cup’s brim, it fizzes, larger than life, and I am happy or her voice. […]
This poem is in response to using one of these babies for the first time: we stand in our socks a teapot filled with steaming water that has yet to enter our bellies the shiny metallic pot where the mahogany grains delicately sink to the bottom strange contraption a light casting shadows on […]
to me you take my anger it is raw and wounded cruel like the lies that twisted me that way you lock up the pandora’s box that threatens to break me break you us –sometimes and dissolve it in the warmth of your arms the sweet softness of your mouth and the […]
How would it feel to f a l l from the sky or maybe heaven would God give me wings would I hit the pavement with a splat would I fall to Hades would you catch me would I want to be caught just to see how it feels like?
I wrote this during a free-write in my first college English class. My professor encouraged us to write in a stream-of-consciousness style, without pausing to think. Hence, the fragmented sentences and confusing train of thought at some parts. The topic my professor gave us was, “One moment from summer.” __________________________________________________________________________________________ One moment from summer… right […]
This has been the best Christmas so far. Here’s a few of my favorite pictures from the Christmas Eve service at my church and a few afterward.
I fall asleep on the couch not next to you but in your arms where I find peace and solace arms that are my fortress that keep and shield me I fall asleep dreamless and yet I wake up to something better than a dream You.
All the spaces in between I say and still I find you the two fluttering eyelids an elbow- the space in between your mouth and nose everything soft and pale like moonlight or the prized fairness of fairytales touched by me browned skin of my ancestors who labored beneath the Sun I find you beautiful […]