expressions from the heart…


the puddle surrounding
my feet is the
that I feel for
what has become of us.

the constant raindrops
and filling the puddle
are the tears
that i shed each day for you and i.

will there be a day
when it stops raining?



who do you
think you are
believing you have the right
to touch me
as I walk by.

who said
my clothes
were an invitation
for your “hey baby
“wanna touch this?”
as you thrust yourself
in my direction

i shouldn’t have to say no
for you to not treat me
like your property
when all i did
was walk by you
in the streets

I am just a mere moment
in this lifetime
the waves and the wind
came before me
as the mountains and the peaks
will stay after me

It hurts,
this gut wrenching pain
that vomits from within
destroying every part of who I am

The moment forms in my mind
and all I feel is sickness rising
forcing its way out
and taking all of me with it.

I never knew it could hurt like this.

Tell me…
How do I heal?

Unexpected Beauty

I had forgotten what this felt like.
The rush of it all,
goosebumps across my heart,
sneaking glances of your smile
as I try not to fall for you.

I didn’t realize it was happening until it was too late.
I became enamored by the kindness in your eyes
and the shyness in your smile.

How beautiful you are to me.

I See You

I see you in the moments
that are fleeting
escaping across the sand
as the waves reach the ground
and are pulled back by the moon
forever pushing forward
always retreating back.

You live in these moments.

I Beg Of You

I want to create these words
Fill these pages with lyrical meaning
But my mind is blocked with you.

I try to create these stories
Busting with magical detail
But all I feel is distraction by you.

I yearn to fly away from this
Consume my thoughts with fiction
But there you are again pushing through.

Rid yourself from my mind
I beg of you.

Near the end

I find strength from the stillness of the water.
I consume tranquility seated before these peaks.
I face the  possibility that this moment
could be my last….



Secrets lie within us
told to a few, but never repeated.
I hold them close,
waiting for my memory to fade
so they can never be spoken.

I’m dishonest, I can’t do this.
The folds of my mind are running over
bubbling up until it explodes
with all my secrets.

I can’t do this…
Keep it inside until the end of time
laying on my death bed
vomiting regrets and inhibitions.
I have to break free
from this reality that
we all have secrets.

Tucked away behind the memories
that we can’t repeat.
Keep those secrets.


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