CINDERELLA [spoken word]

One of my projects over the summer was just to write and see where it went. Sometimes the writing didn’t come so easy. This started as a poem airing my struggle, but I think it became something else. [context: I had thought about maybe attending a spoken word event and then was forcing myself to…

RUN

[Spoken Word] I wrote a few years ago but still hold true now. So I’m running this race. And these things keep weighing me down I need to fix my eyes on the prize Don’t let the lies with their tries, Scupper me I will not believe I will not let it drag me down…

Ode to Loss

   Grief is weird, it sneaks up on you and covers everything with a veil. You can still see, just it’s filtered, fuzzy, not quite right because the veil is there and you can see through it, but not past it and after a while, maybe it’s that your eyes adjust and you see more…

Ruby [a poem]

So it seems this year is ending how it began… I shall therefore write. It’s the only way I know … RUBY that smile that smile and that laugh that smile and that laugh and those sparkling eyes That smile and that laugh and those sparkling eyes and that heart that heart which sits next…

Ramblings [part two]

She takes her hand and places it in his Not letting go, he is strong always with his eye on me always capable always trustworthy He will not let my foot slip He will not humiliate me or bring me to shame Scrambling, resting, learning as she goes taking in each scene trusting she is…

Known

I just saw the cutest little toddler in Starbucks. He’s at the stage where he kind of wobble walks, stumbles a bit, sometimes has to stop and reconfigure, but in general can get places on his own two feet. He catches my eye because he toddles across my path of vision, he is wearing a…

Peace

Today I needed peace. Not quiet, although that helped But stillness within Time to capture unnecessary thoughts Rope up worries Solve problems and silence lies Breathe Know me again Be friends with myself again Impart peace to others Rest my soul You are weary and running low Be at peace Know truth Choose patience Fear…

Mei Ling (a poem)

Mei Ling Sleeping Beauty A Masterpiece Beautiful intricacies wove together and formed a friend: one whom with which,  I shared many of my firsts one who taught me what, and more often, what not to wear (*that silver top goes back on the hanger into the wardrobe of shame*) one who’s laughter makes her eyes twinkle who’s feet beat a…