When I am around you, I feel lost. Maybe it’s because of the thoughts I have That drown out what is real, And what is not-- Maybe it's my mouth replacing the air with water, Heavy in my lungs-- I'm afraid of what will come up Once I try to connect the words in… Continue reading Misscommunication
Category: Writing Conversations
Paper Planes
Breathing is like pen to paper—like a paper plane flying with writing hidden inside a single page— Who will get the last say? Who will find the message left behind? Maybe it will land in the water and become a boat holding all the hope an entire ocean can hold— Maybe it will go its… Continue reading Paper Planes
Protected: The Breaking
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Listen
Talking sounds more like listening To bursts of thunder crackling in the distance Filling the room with static Until the build up in our space becomes charged with rage-- Until everything has changed-- Until our bodies become nothing but pieces of wreckage: A chaotic explosion for the barren wasteland Where our minds are left behind… Continue reading Listen
Converse Sneakers
He converses with me in his converse sneakers And pulls me in with a silence that holds me up in his arms. The sharp edges of his body match his intensity And beat into me to bring my heart back to life again From its long sleep.
Overseas
I don’t care about the mosquitoes. It only keeps me on my toes, And reminds my skin to be tough So I can live in the differences. I don’t care about the lack of electricity. It only keeps me close to you And it reminds my eyes to search harder Through the dark so I… Continue reading Overseas
Memories
I remember him. I remember the hours we sat together Talking about life. Sometimes I’d listen to stories From his mission work days Told in ways that made Africa More than a place. I saw his home, his friends, And the countless voices that called him, “Papay!” I felt the table he built with his… Continue reading Memories
Joy!
Joy climbs trees and paints everything she sees. She looks at the sky and lets excitement Fill in the spaces between the clouds. She runs barefoot through the grass like a kid Even though she hit her 20’s a few years ago. She stops and thanks people for the little things, And reminds us of… Continue reading Joy!
Sadness.
Sadness eats her weight in ice cream And binges for hours on Gilmore Girls Because she has no one to talk to about her feelings Besides Microsoft Word. She lies in bed awake for hours Trying to find the will to move and do something Other than thinking about how everything feels empty. She drives… Continue reading Sadness.
Anger.
Anger speeds on the highway And finds a place to scream the words she’s kept in for days. She slams doors and falls back against the walls of her bedroom. Her hands cover her eyes and red fills her mind, Because Anger remembers everything. Every sound and feeling that happened that night, And the lies—… Continue reading Anger.
