Do you know what is nice?When you press your fingertips up to your throat,feel the gentle beat of your pulsefocus on the da-dum, da-dum, da-dum…you are aliveand that is nice. Do you know what is true?It is the feeling of someone else against your chestwhen you can feel their heart beat and rememberthat this is … More All things nice, true, and real
If anyone asks,I am okayMy mask is nowhere near crackedand I am strongI am resilient I am present. I am still smiling underneath the warmth of the sunAnd I can be the rock that everyone needsSo they can feel okay, too.Look at me (but not too closely)I am okay, I promise. If anyone asks,I’m alright, I guessI feel … More For a Friend (you’re worth more than you feel you are)
What is the difference betweenNoandNo, thank you? How many timesdo we have to be reminded of our imperfect condition untilwe are comfortable enough to be human,To be flawed? Limitless thoughts and ideas and words make forLimitless arguments and conflicts and offensesBut I know the difference between right and wrongAnd I realize my brain is filled … More Human
The rain has wet the earth every day since you left it.I think about the last time I saw you with breath in your lungs and I want to go back and live in those quiet moments, just long enough so that I can remind you that one day, life will be worth living. One … More Grief
I want to write about you, for you. But I can’t, not yet. It’s been a week and I miss you so much. Never being able to talk to you again is breaking my heart in pieces. I love you, dad.
You are everything, everythingAnd I am merely tryingTrying to give you something to hold on toTo bring us all the way homeTo drag us, broken and bruisedAll the way to Paradise This crazy life doesn’t have to amountTo eighty or so years of futilityWe don’t have to go back to dustWe don’t have to say … More Hand To Hold
Wild wonderful Wes is growing into something AMAZING!! Let’s see what the future has in store. 😉
How wonderful it is To wake up when the light of the morning is speaking in soft whispers through the lace covered windowsTo drink in my surroundings that blanket me with warmth and an indescribable peace.It was always you. Today, I count my blessings and I realize they are too abundant to keep track ofHow … More Everything we need
That someone taking their personal tragedies and turning them into poetry, no matter what they are, causes them to be berated. Nobody should ever have to feel sorry for speaking the truth.
I haven’t seen him in a long time, relatively still I see him all the time, if you know what I mean. When he was with me, my thoughts would flow out of my brain like the waves from the ocean, they were easy and fluid and sometimes rough around the edges. I used my … More Turning into
