it’s something new at least, that is how i feel in these years that i have known you it cannot be explained how you have pressed me into your palm with love that gives no conditions i am hopeful i am joyful i am free it’s something new at least, that is what I know … More gold, so pure.
this isn’t possible the ways in which the human heart breaks into fragmented pieces like broken glass after the unforeseeable has occurred like a nightmare the screams echo through the void only this time i don’t wake up from the fear for flesh and bone this nightmare is my reality this doesn’t feel possible as … More nightmare.
Underneath the stars And dancing lights We remain still Mesmerized by the Beauty of life Where time can Be stopped As our poems Float into the wind For what better thing Is there Than to laugh and play With one another Where it feels As though We have returned To the playground Of our childhood … More The playground of our childhood
Anyone who has been living in the 21st century knows how significant social psychology and personality has become in many aspects of our lives, including our relationships with one another and even leadership in the workplace. While I’ve always been a huge fan of the Meyers Briggs personality spectrum (Shout out to my fellow ENFP’s), … More I finally see myself: A letter to the Type 3’s
This is an open letter to my friends, the ones who have seen me, the real me, not just the strong, put together version of me. And, despite, my brokenness and flaws, they still choose me, day in and day out. Because, what I’ve realized, more than I ever have in any season of my … More Dear Friend,
Behind the camera lens Or in front of the room Through pages of books I have hidden A degree I wear A picture I paint With a crooked smile I have hidden Very few know the real story Behind my literature Where metaphors are memories For the things I wish to forget The camera flashes … More Hidden Strength: A Poem