Bury me in your embrace. Warmed with tunes that create perfect melodies of love when you whisper to me. Sweet aroma, when space is no longer needed. Blissful tales created by such memories. Spread your wings as I come within to share the flowing time paused. Allow me to trace the textures of art, formed
Tales spun. Swiveling in minds of imaginary perceptions. Entangling senses with vivid imagery. Mysteries shifting through the corner of eyes. Passed down through the ages. Find the stories in the shadows.
My hands move with such a rapid motion that it seems to move on its own. Jumping from device to device, I find myself in constant odds, wondering where it is that I find complete comfort. What device should I use to write, where is the perfect spot, platform, who am I writing about, Why
Kill me not with soft words from such lips. Having my soul engulfed by invigorating touch that reaches the long, forgotten, beating heart. Keep me buried if I am but a passing wind in a season of one’s choosing. I have yielded to such a cause that men seem to fall victim to. Why has
Your phone is your friend. Your social media is your friend as well. The love and hate relationship we build upon these common topics in today’s age. I remember writing about my detox and my departure from social media. I even remember the times I had no “smartphone”. A 17-year-old without a phone except for
I’ve wanted to touch the ocean of stars. My dream was made a reality when I looked into your eyes. Light flickering upon the gems in reflection as you hold my gaze. Take me through space and time to worlds never seen or imagined. Year’s stretched as we explore the endless orbit of love. Race
Mountains rage through clouded storms. Forming deep in rivers ever flowing. Growing to find touches of illuminating strength. Tides of ever-changing embrace. Rising to meet new creation.
What moves people? I’ve been asking myself the question that seems to spark interest in many people. I’ve been thinking about my work as an artist, a writer, to better help reach an audience. You could say I have those people who may indeed have been following me since the beginning and the real question
You feel all possible moves have been made and you are surrounded by impossible odds against you that you thought weren’t possible. What you thought could never happen, happens. Maybe your world is turned upside down, either way, you’re not alone. I can’t really explain what has been going on in my life as of
The sounds of the keys being pressed down give me sudden chills. The last time I wrote on an actual keyboard that wasn’t on my phone or searching for something on google, I can’t even recall. Let’s lay down everything on the table, I’m at an impasse. It isn’t quite that hard to see what