Love Yourself

I think I could learn to love you I think I could learn to love I think I could learn to I think I could learn I think I could I think I I think I I think I think I I think I could I think I could learn I think I could learn…

Shattered Glass

This shattered world is composed of a million shattered hearts Our fragility is not to be taken lightly Our fight is to be taken seriously Like the fissured glass Once broken, we are hard to put back together Though we may come out different It is not entirely impossible

After It All

Tonight, I’m opening the door Climbing the stairs, step by step Walking toward the unknown The darkness waiting for the light To switch on and open Your eyes to everything You’ve seen and have yet to see After it all, there’s one thing left It’s all that you’ll ever need   #NationalPoetryDay  

Love in the Time of Hannibal

*** when in doubt, aka writer’s block, write what you know. And what I know is Hannibal*** Of all the television that I’ve watched in my day, not a single show has stuck with me the way NBC’s Hannibal (2013) has. For those unfamiliar, Hannibal, based on the characters by Thomas Harris, tells the story…

2016 Film Rankings

“Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again.” – The English Patient   In February of 1996, The English Patient, a story of a fateful love affair told in flashbacks, won Best Picture. 20 years later, in February of 2016, Moonlight, a chronicle of the childhood, adolescence and adulthood…

I Can See It…

When my eyes are closed, I can see it. The orange lights shining on the horizon The thunderous mountains just beginning to emerge The wind whipping through my hair As my feet pound the pavement Step after ever present step When my eyes are closed, I can see it. The feel of fingers in hair Eyelashes fluttering…

The Mind is a Terrible Thing…

I have this thing with writing. It’s a love/hate thing. It’s a good/bad thing. It’s that thing where you sometimes would rather stick the pen in your eye then stick it to paper. It’s also that thing that puts the blood back in your body after you’ve already lost so much. It flows through the…

The Light of Day

We bury ourselves in the light of day Slowly shifting deeper than six feet under When the falling night comes our way The only sound of encroaching thunder We bury ourselves nice and neat And wait for the rain to render our defeat

Love to Give…

  Their love wasn’t given It was taken away It wasn’t for each other Or for any given day He tried to love her And she tried to love him But they simply had no more love to give  

11 Blocks…

We’re all on our own journeys. But sometimes when your mind won’t stop, you just need to take a minute and listen to someone else’s story… 11 blocks from my door to your doorstep Three years later and it feels too close