Reflections seen as emptiness is heard, unawareness morphing to realizationUntold truths collectively rising, rhythmic patterns yearning for releaseMelodic tunes fill the void, binged words arousing burdensWords flowing from a silent tongue, submissive to a never-ending wildfireShuffled playlists, insights to one's mindCompartmentalizing ideas/thoughts, reflecting what others wish you'd beForever performing, yet shying from the spotlightAn unpaid… Continue reading The Words She Wrote as Lana Sang
Goddamn, I Hate to Love You
Alone, I sit by a dying fire. The predawn hours blanket the ocean heard calmly tiding in the distance. Nostalgia flows through an open window. It smells of ocean- mildew and decay and salt. A distinct smell, which when trying to describe is indescribable. I would bottle it if I could. The scent is carried… Continue reading Goddamn, I Hate to Love You
Ivory Pedestals of Unattainable Expectations
I’ve erased my words one thousand times, their structure, tone, truth, never on par with expectations, towering columns of marble, ivory in color and gaudy in look, I am a fan of neither ivory nor marble, opting instead for a pair of jeans and greenery, my secret want, to live among the stars, outside the… Continue reading Ivory Pedestals of Unattainable Expectations
FOR LOVE OF THE GAME: AN OPEN LETTER TO MY SON
Tonight I watched you cry, gasping air, utterly heartbroken. Instinctively I reached for you, shocked myself at what the tears meant. Looking at you, forever my little Jakey, I was at a loss for words. Nothing I said in that moment would ease the pain of your cracked soul. We got home and you said… Continue reading FOR LOVE OF THE GAME: AN OPEN LETTER TO MY SON