Category Archives: Prose

Ocean View

I take the ocean view homeLess people, no stop lightsMost nights, the coast is darkLike a stage play in-between actsExcept on nights like thisWhere the moon is fullAnd the view is stunningly clearIn the particular light The clouds hover over the waterLike puffs of smokeThe salt water mirrors the sky onlyWaves adding ripples to theContinue reading “Ocean View”

Christmas Lights Chilly Nights

Christmas lightsChilly nightsLong winded conversations Through telephone callsTrying to make senseOf the complexities Human nature has to offerHow the mind copes In mysterious waysI remain grateful For twinkling lightsContrasting a pale pink skyAnd a beautiful moonBringing me back toThe present when I lose sight

Message From the Sea

Look out when you get the chanceUntil you can’t see me past the horizonOn sunny days in quiet seasonsI sit in my car by the sidewalkGlancing towards the infinite directionWaiting for time to passComing back to myselfLosing another moment to old habitsEach day is differentSome lessons have to be continually learnedMeeting myself with love, notContinue reading “Message From the Sea”

Grooves

Written on 11/15/2024 at 4:40 PMThe grooves we get intoShape who we areThe patterns we formThe cycles we continueChanging them takes patienceTry and try againYou only give up when you dieSo breathe in the salt airAnd chase the moonriseStay for the sunsetLook in awe at the portraitIn the sky not mindingThe cold air on yourContinue reading “Grooves”

The Tide Is Out

Once again, history repeatsLike clockwork I am 23 againFeeling rage at the realityOnly now I am 31 and unsureOf how this monumental shiftWill change us as humans.How I wasn’t listening,I was too busy looking the other wayTo see the water had gone out, again.The blue changes shade depending on The direction of the sun.I walkContinue reading “The Tide Is Out”

The Poem I Wrote Before I Cried

Written on 11/6/2024 at 11:19 PM Sadness hugs me like a warm blanketI don’t understand how I got hereAll day I’ve been wandering around thinking,Not again?! How is this happening??Someone asked me if I had a good day,I paused then lied and said yes because in that momentI realized I was in shock and couldn’tContinue reading “The Poem I Wrote Before I Cried”

Mundane Details

In our busy lives, we take things for granted.Mundane details fall through the cracks as we’re too focused on getting through.The day, week, month, year.Time blurs together and gets mixed in memories.It takes gravity shifts to come back down to earth.Losing someone, losing something, reminders of how precious today is.How everything could be gone tomorrow.ToContinue reading “Mundane Details”

Speedometer

The day before I got sick, I went for a walk.A jaunt, some might say.I wanted to see the autumn leaves,while basking in the summer heat.How is it October? I thought while walking.I looked up and admired the colors,odd how time passes at different speedsdepending on the time of yearand where your mind is at.

Bookends of a Day

There’s nothing like a front row seat to the beginning and the end of a day.Pale colors brighten in the morning and fade in the night.In the morning, I take a photo of the day beginning, the way the light changes the shade of blue of the water.In the evening, I try to be presentContinue reading “Bookends of a Day”