Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
The walls were as white as the cake box placed reverently on the mahogany oak dining room table. A few balloons in pastel green, violet, and lavender wobbled uneasily in the corners of the room like bubbles blown from a child’s toy. Cas felt the sudden urge to pop one. Read more
You said you wanted me when you turned to face the lamppost. The snowflakes caught your eyelashes on the last languid Christmas. Your fingertips braided my hair. Your chilled lips smoothed my legs. Your breath in hot clouds warmed my skin. Maybe I love you a little. I stand in line at Read more
did someone burst your bubble, boy? or did you just have too much to drink? get your lies drunk and high as you? coat them in effervescence until your lungs fly you away? you were always ready, boy, ready to pop. and you know you’ll never get it back, get Read more
It was a desperate perfect storm kind of love affair. Sudden but not without warning. Fragile and doomed from the beginning. Yet with so much hope. Feeding off each other’s heightened force. Taking one’s breath away, unable to get it back. Blind to obvious obstacles. To the REAL dangers in Read more
Oh, loyal friend, I should not begin an ode Like this, without first explaining my need to write these words. How much have I hurt you? Let me count the ways. In the spring of our lives, and likely until Our dying days. Was not of malice, but something so Read more
That girl, She was young, caring, kind, but naive. She was shy, hair as long as a mermaid, eyes filled with hope for the future. She was fifteen, beginning the process of figuring herself out, the person she wants to be. He was one year older, Dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, Read more
We seem to be speaking two languages. My NOgets lost in your translation and you hear, “Yes!” My NOhas embeddedin your headas “Yes, Yes,Take Me Now!”So you doas you thinkI wish. You take melike little boyswith their action figures.Pose my handsand feetto leap and fly,then crash brokenat your feet. You play and playand play, eyesand Read more
V1This string of lights I hold in my hands always looks so prettySo bright, so perfect and hangs just soEach bulb is where it is meant to beThere are no knots in the wireOr broken filaments And each part hangs just where I want itAll making sense way up high on Read more