My grandma kepta box of buttons.Inside you could findthe history of 100 years.The history of a woman,a daughter,a wife,a mother.My grandma kepta box of buttons.A box of memoriesof a life well lived.Each button tells its story,it's covered in the memoriesof each place it traveled,each person who it touched.Each button different,some plain,some intricate,some dented, misshapen,or broken … Continue reading A Box of Buttons
GRAPHIC WARNING: I don't get too grotesque in this, but there is mention of guns and blood near the end. If this is upsetting to you it may be best not to read. The good news is though most of my other writing doesn't contain anything like it! As the sun dawned over the blissful … Continue reading Appearances are not Always as They Seem
Books are easier to read than people.Words on a page hold more merit than expressions on a face.Lines and stanzas and paragraphs.They have form, linking together to form coherent memories. But people- they make no logical sense.Their decisions are fueled by hidden motives.Their faces pose as masks, the closest contender to showing their true expression.Mouths … Continue reading Books Are Easier to Read Than People
Brain is screaming,My head is spinning.Words fly through my thoughts;An endless garble of chaos. I hear someone calling my name-Ooh, is that a butterfly? No. Focus. Keep focus.Pay attention. Listen. Focus.Psychology is the study of-Crap, did I forget my homework? I think I have an essay due on Monday- No. Stop it! Listen.Focus your thoughts, … Continue reading Focus.
1. 2. 3.Lights blink out like fireflies;One by one they float into the night, Their bright fire dwindles out as they find their place among the stars.He takes them home, leaving their light to shine on forevermore.But here,Down below,Their warmth no longer radiates on,It leaves when the light blinks out its last.And we mourn;We mourn … Continue reading Light Like Fireflies
I've never been in love.Not truthfully, at least.Broken heart beats flutter by like Sparrows' wings.Quick and fleeting.Leaving you to reminisce in their wake.Each downward beat of the wings, and pump of the chest hold but weary reminders of lessons learned past.To be in love is a lesson my heart yearns to learn.But books merely spout … Continue reading Sparrows’ Wings
At the hour when all seems still in the dusk of night, the sky sits an unwavering sheet of black, blanketing the horizon. And the old grandfather clock chimed midnight. Noise erupted from its bellows, sending forth a shrill sound through the dead night of the old, crickety house. Though none of the residents of … Continue reading The Old Grandfather Clock
Are you listening? Not just hearing the single words, the sentences, each-and-every syllable coming out from the person’s mouth. Are you really listening? Listening to the feeling and emotion interlocked with ever crooked glance and smile. Listening to the tears slowly dripping down their cheeks … Continue reading Are You Listening?
The heart beats.Slow and rythymic.Tears drip down sorrow strown faces, filling up their glasses.A coffee mug full of tears.One might call it weak.One might call it broken.But a coffee mug full of tears is a heart full of emotions.Every heart beat; each pump pump pump through your veins is a drum of strength.Man does not … Continue reading A Coffee Mug Full of Tears
Your bedroom: the inner most sanctum to all your personal belongings. It's where you keep your memories, your hobbies and joys. It's where you go when you're at your most broken; where you sleep when you're most in need of rest.Your bedroom: a reflection of your deepest fears and desires. A reflection of your mental … Continue reading Innermost Sanctum