Rivers run dry in spicy heat beating waves of sun in his crackling voice underneath the tumble weed. She draws the water in with her lily pad from rain pouring through the waterways and strengthening her roots underneath aquamarine bubbles and self-love. She does not need him. The man of heat drying her roots and… Continue reading Water Lily (“Learn To Pick Her First”)
Anxiety and Depression Breakdown
After a week of not being able to express my feelings, I finally fell apart again because of financial and family stress. I have always battled with depression and anxiety for years and didn't understand why my brain malfunctions and overexaggerates its perception of the world around me. Instead of using my time wisely to… Continue reading Anxiety and Depression Breakdown
All The World, In Aquamarine
All the world I saw, is all the world I see from the purple mountains to the tiny shimmer of the sea in deep blue aquamarine. Marine life swims beneath me, schools of dolphins dipping their fins to the tip of sea for the sea is the world, the only world they will see from… Continue reading All The World, In Aquamarine
Silver Stars
Silver stars outline the darkest night bright with Christmas lights hanging on red-brick houses. Silver bells ring-a-ding to mistletoes above hanging on a wire a kiss on the nose to save from the frostbite cold. Blizzard breeze shaking my Christmas tree branches gold and silver the lights beam for cookie-dough breath from Santa's lips. If… Continue reading Silver Stars
Night-Shade
There came a darken shadow hiding silk-woven star blankets of the night-shaded sky. The world black with coal fumes rising from nostrils and exiting fire rings in the exhaust of an open scream. Nightmares shrouded behind auburn eyes a familiar scent of burnt wood amidst the candle scent of Christmas pine. Jesus crucifix hangs on… Continue reading Night-Shade
Butterfly Shadow
Rain sprinkle on my eyelids Flutter like a butterfly close lashes to the tip of rain ducts clench fists into a cocoon if only my fingers can form wings and my thumbs embody a butterfly to the shadow of the overcast moon. Night is where my hands are puppets to the strings of emotions crawling… Continue reading Butterfly Shadow
Wrapped in Negative
I had a breakdown last week and I thought I was a lot stronger than I was before. It only took one trigger for my body to go in panic and tears to rain down my face like a flood. I thought I was over the "freaking out" over the stupid things or ghosts from… Continue reading Wrapped in Negative
Sugar Skull
I tell my friends that I have a sugar skull. A sugar skull I keep elevated on my shoulders like a sprained foot or a glass vase forbidden to touch the cracked ground of an earthquake. My sugar skull is one sweet-talker melting Halloween candy together for children in ghost costumes. The ghosts eat it… Continue reading Sugar Skull
Sea Side
If I let go of this plumeria worn from behind my ear drums and set it free along the sea side, will I hear the roar of waves crashing against stones? Will I hear your name from a conch shell booming with force of high tide bringing in salty water and blowing wind underneath a… Continue reading Sea Side
Anxiety Shell
I hate having an anxiety shell when I first meet new people. Especially if I'm feeling especially anxious for no reason, it makes me more awkward and wordless. In those times of discomfort, I try to latch on to another person I barley met and to retain the conversation. Anything that comes to mind or… Continue reading Anxiety Shell
Change of Thoughts
mfmazds.,ma.s,dmf.,adsmf.,am I'm supposed to be a Christian. I professed that I was at least, dunk my body in water, and rose up saying that I was His child. Does my life represent that right now? I'm not too sure anymore. I've become robotic and disconnected from my faith… Continue reading Change of Thoughts