Writing

Poetry Series – Bridges

Y’all. I’m salty. There’s an aching in my bones longing for the water below. This bridge is nice and all but.. I wonder if it’s time to go. Bridges I imagine –When a bridge breaks.It doesn’t happen all at once.Seasons weather at the foundation with no bother of tending.Support crumbles under the weight of aContinue reading “Poetry Series – Bridges”

Poetry Series – Andrea

I’m ready to stop fading in and out. I’m ready for my greatest gift to be presence. I am ready to live, live… live. Thank you for reminding me of just how beautiful life is. You will be incredibly missed. Here’s to the grief that shakes you to the core and the art that isContinue reading “Poetry Series – Andrea”

Poetry Series – Collection of Consistency

I’ve been spotty here for a minute as my focus has been falling on other goals and platforms. This year I’m determined to grow more consistent about my consistency. With that, I’ve commited to myself that I will write daily, whatever that looks like. To see my daily writings pulled from the inspiration of lifeContinue reading “Poetry Series – Collection of Consistency”

Poetry Series – Psychosis

I haven’t been writing and I’ll say it’s because I didn’t have time but feel free to call my bullshit and acknowledge my unwillingness to prioritize the things that are important for me, even amidst that chaos. Here’s to hoping it’s time for a strong return. Here’s to always finding your way back to yourself,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Psychosis”

Poetry Series – Naming Trauma

I’ve been absent with my writing more often than not lately. The truth is I only write, I can only seem to write, when the words flow through me without thought. Some parts of life require a little more thought than others. Where can I find the balance in which both can exist simultaneously? WhatContinue reading “Poetry Series – Naming Trauma”

Poetry Series – Subconscious Murderer

I always have this fear that the bits of darkness I own, let slip out in my stories and poems, will come back to haunt me and be what drags me down. Honestly, I think that’s the fear we all have and it’s what usually stops us in our tracks to plug up whatever fuckingContinue reading “Poetry Series – Subconscious Murderer”

Faces

The faces in the reflections are never the same faces as in the trees, clouds, leaves. The faces in the reflections are always looking back, looking at me, emotion heavily present across their face but the faces aren’t me. Reflections aren’t just for mirrors. I see them in the windows, on the shiny surface ofContinue reading “Faces”

Not writing feels like lying, even if only by omission. Not writing feels like I’m hiding. Have you ever played hide and seek with someone that’s terrible at seeking? Hiding parts of yourself. You get bored. Stir crazy. You start moving around, peeking around the corner of the barricade to see if they’re even close.Continue reading “Writing”

Poetry Series – Carried Off

I think I’m getting better and better at staying consistent, handling life, and then something throws me for a loop. I desperately need a moment to catch my breath. I can feel myself closing off again, pulling away. I’m trying to remember that we can’t all back out. I made my entrance and I haveContinue reading “Poetry Series – Carried Off”

Poetry Series – Bodily Betrayal

I am far from ready to talk about it, so I’m going to write about it. My body betrayed me and it’s almost as if it had to make sure that I knew. I get it, that sounds like paranoia, a disorder of some sort. Your body doesn’t have a mind of its own. ButContinue reading “Poetry Series – Bodily Betrayal”