Category Archives: Prose

Intuition

Drowning out the noise of the day,trying to exist without getting lostin the ocean of my own thoughts.I seek beauty, make stories in my head,dance out the darkness until itno longer enraptures my every step.I’m okay, I say, I’m okay.These are the days where I’m beginningto believe my own words.

Internal Landscapes

A David Gray album is my soundtrackas the tides change in my brainas the days are shifting, blossoming.I am in the process of mourningthe part of me that’s helped mesurvive up until now. I love her dearlybut in the process of growth, I mustlet her go. My body aches at herdeparture, for it’s unbalanced inContinue reading “Internal Landscapes”

Technicolor

I love how the pink flowers contrast perfectly with the deep blue cloudless morning sky. Appreciation of beauty takes a second of your day but can lighten your mood and remind you of some of the ways in which change can be lovely. It’s the small details that have the deepest impact. We walk inContinue reading “Technicolor”

Perspective

From the mountain top, by the grave,I zoom into see the sea and the water tower I grew up throwing rocks at – the ripple sounds that blasts throughthe space upon impact sticks outin my memory. Zoom! Zoom into make senseof the beautiful place I’ve alwaysfelt safe but can now wander aroundas timelines between pastContinue reading “Perspective”

Bloom Baby Bloom

I had another poembut somehow it got lostin the closing of windows.I swore I had saved it.In it’s place is this poemwith the same nameabout the passage of time,the mistaken of actions,and the curious wayswe continue to pick ourselves upand carry on to the next season of life, to the nextdays where sunshine causesthe waterContinue reading “Bloom Baby Bloom”

Happenstance

The invisible string of reality.How one person’s life ends suddenlysaves a life that gives birth togenerations of people that wouldn’texist had a stranger not existed either.It’s a balance of happenstance,the layers of emotions are unmatchedwhen grief meets relief of breathinganother day. An organ in a foreign bodydonated from another helps keepthe patient alive along withContinue reading “Happenstance”

In The Stacks

Endless possibilities await in a bookstore.A safe haven for creatives and wanderers,just trying to find their place,drifting off into books whereperspective is gainedand memories are burnedinto our minds as thoughwe have lived many lives.In the stacks there’s a freedomto understand someone’s realitywhile being detached from our own.It is here, there is magic.

In Case You Forget

You pick up the pieces and try again, for it’s all you can do to stay sane. You block out the noise. Rejoice in your differences, you’re the only one who will see them when everyone is too busy trying not to live on their own heads.

Swimming

Relax your muscles beneath the surfaceof the water, trust it will hold youare weightless in this bodyunder the reflection distortsyour concept of time, the sunlightremains in your retinas longafter you go insideease back into the mirroringperception knowing you cantrust yourself despitethe messages from your self-doubt the heat slips off your skinwhen you release the stressContinue reading “Swimming”