Poetry is my form of journaling. It is the way that I process what is happening, how I feel about it and ultimately how I want to feel about it. I cannot exactly call myself a poet but sometimes my emotions become something worth reading about and that’s when I decide to share it with you.
It’s been nice, yes, but people don’t hold onto nice…
So maybe I understand
Living, breathing, Surviving…
You know when you’re just about to give up? When you’ve just about had enough of chasing after a dream and you’re tempted to let it go- don’t. This poem is for you!
A few words in response to a true Californian sunset
What am I doing?
Writing in itself is a completely different world I wish I lived in
& we try, then we try again.
Time forever flows
Intentions don’t always mean everything
“You are all of the things”
Sunrise through cloudy skies
Always celebrate the things to come
Unnecessary burdens come from heavy mistakes
“I thought I saw you…”
“I could tell you about the way in which my chest feels heavy”
I could love you, when I couldn’t love anyone…
When it is what it is
A little poem to discuss the inner workings of myself
… I did not want to, but not wanting to does not change a thing.
we are, we are, we are-
“They tell you to write and write and write, because it is your passion.”
“… the sun here shines”
“& I did”
“The loss of you is not to blame”
Ideally, we were meant to fall in love with…
You kissed m e…
… and the words we spoke so silently.
I fell in love …
“I was mesmerized by the pathway lined with red”
“it’s the feeling you evoke”