Do you hear’t?

life, love, memories, mom, Poetry

She loved speaking

                       In most parents silence

It’s only now I know

                               Her voice was loud

                                                           Because her heart was too.



creative-writing, life, memories, Poetry, time

I confuse E-motion with motion

Just because your heart beats alike

Doesn’t mean they’re the same

Guess that’s why I keep running to stand still

Some words stay embedded in me

Like the time my father told me

“I’d rather risk losing you than watch you lose yourself”

“Son, you’re just a sum of days

As each day passes on to the next

A piece of you fades away”

NOT                                          ICE

creative-writing, life, love, memories, poem, time

Notice how little you notice?

That lull in your ear

The one you get every so often

Mirror into bird relays; chirp chirp

Footsteps reconnect…

A dog barks it’s two cents

Shadow’s waltz In & out

The slight quiver in her voice

When she laughs


How in a group of people

Only your eyes meet “hey”

That false trip she does

Just to hold on to you a little longer

Notice how little you notice?

Sunset, sunrise, timelines

Mirror therapy

life, memories, Poetry, time, trust, Uncategorized

                                   Your unnerving gaze                
                                          Doesn’t ever change 
                                      With a degree of certainty
                                          My trust was gained
                                            I confess to you
                                      Searching for reality again
                                        No words were spoken
                                     But i know you felt my pain
                                      We talk for hours on end
                                     Breaking through the chains
                                        You never get restless  
                                       Or even try to complain
                                          When time runs up
                                   The awkward silence remains
                                          Our session is over
                                       Goodbye’s we exchange
                                        I take one last glimpse
                                        Only to find it strange
                               That my reflection stares back
                                    Through the mirror it frames