Abyss traps me like a cage…
Read MoreA free kinda life
Read MoreIt is enough to simply believe.
Read MoreIt is for a person to be a human being and not a human being…
Read MorePoem from “The Aftermath of Unrest” that explores the duality of the human psyche.
Read MoreCongratulations! You’re woke!
Read More2/2/22 11:11pm - “Take a picture of me with the poem I just wrote”
Read More“Love is like a tree: It grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being, and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.”
Read MoreCHILD: “Why does carrot cake have the best icing?
MOTHER: “Because it needs the best icing.
-BJ NOVAK
These two poems can be interpreted any way you wish...missing a person who has left, or has passed. Perhaps, you had to walk away from someone you loved, or vise versa. Maybe you're waiting for their return, or accepting the fact that they may never come back. Memories are both beautiful and painful. Nonetheless, they keep those whom we love in our hearts forever, no matter how much time may pass.
Read MoreOur unmatched perspective perplexes us….
Read MoreRead this only if you feel compelled.
Read MoreYou must let all the emotions move through you and around you. Feel everything. Understand everything. Good and bad are both beautiful—even pain. Learn the lesson and gain the wisdom as you feel, experience and live with every emotion.
Eventually, ONLY the negativity passes through. Sadness, regret, pain, betrayal, revenge, hatred, resentment, the need to look back…dissolves. Gone. All that’s left is the love for all that is, was and will be. You are at peace. The ego is at rest.
A blazing sun began to rise behind the iron gates. The blinding light slowly rolled over the concrete, burying our shadows with its brilliance. The sky behind us faded from deep purple to burnt orange to magnificent blue. The buildings gleamed radiantly, proudly refracting the light onto the streets below.
Read MoreTime is the most precious of all things—yet we cannot grasp it. We can only let it tick by and somehow try to find a way to not let it trap us.
Read MoreThe great Shakespeare himself stated, “Tis said, the best men are molded of their faults.” Our flaws are not weaknesses. They are our greatest strengths. We learn from what we are not, to become who we want to be. To become the best version of yourself, you must face what needs to change. That’s the key. Embrace who you are, both the good and bad. Embrace what you must change and celebrate what is already great. Once you understand this, you’ll realize that what you can’t change, you can use to your advantage, and what you can change will only make you better.
Read More“Dare I say, I love you like morning coffee” is my newest "heart-eyes-emoji-vibed" experimental video mash-up of my poems, "Dare I Say" and "Morning Coffee." Both poems are vulnerable confessions of love, which made them the perfect pair to combine.
Read MoreISLE OF SKYE POEM FUN FACT: “The Last Waltz” was actually written to the song, “Ballroom Waltz” by the Moscow Symphony. I challenged myself to make the flow of the words and story match with the symphony’s beat. This exercise required me to time the words with the instruments and make sure the rhyme scheme and story matched the music. The song begins playing at the line, “And so, the music flows.” in the original recording.
Read MoreA tribute to the late and great, Dr. Edward Black…” In the first five minutes it was evidently clear how bad I was at “doing therapy.” So obvious, in fact, that after I finished talking, Dr. Black blinked and said, “You’ve never been to therapy before, have you?” To which I replied, “That obvious, huh?” The first session was a disaster. He reassured me that it takes a few times before it gets better, but I was totally out of my element. I left with racing thoughts, “This isn’t going to work” “This is stupid” “What does he know?” “I’m doomed.”
Read MoreThe “Light House” is an experimental video mashup of two of my favorite pieces; “Golden Hour” and “I Patiently Waited.” Both poems are featured in my third book, Isle of Skye.
I was playing around with premier for another project and this kinda just fell into place. Something about it felt raw, like even though it wasn’t perfect, I needed to share it as is. Love itself is imperfect, but beautiful, and that’s how this random creation made me feel.
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